Sorry it took me awhile to update. I had ALOT of fun with this chapter. please tell me what you think and enjoy! :D

L.L.A.P

~Laces

"Where's Livy?" Dick questioned out of breath as he entered through the door. He ran as fast as he could from the car to the hospital waiting room.

"She's getting her leg fixed up right now." informed Damian calmly as he read a National Geographic magazine.

"What were you thinking?" Dick hissed, walking up to the boy. Damian rolled his eyes and turned the page of the magazine.

"She's the one who jumped." he stated with a shrug. Dick ripped the magazine out of Damian's hands.

"Under your watch." Dick didn't raise his voice, but was stern when he talked. Damian crossed his arms over his chest.

"She'll be fine." he said in an annoyed tone. Dick sighed and shook his head as he sat down next to the boy.

"Try telling Jason that." Damian chuckled at the statement.

"And when will he be here?" Damian inquired with a sound of superiority in his voice.

"DAMIAN YOU LITTLE BRAT!" exclaimed a voice down the hall.

"My guess would be, now." Dick stated calmly as Jason stormed into the room. His eyes then settled on Damian and narrowed in pure anger.

"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You." Jason growled, glaring down at the boy.

"No you won't." Jason grabbed Damian's shirt, tempted to punch him as hard as he could in the face.

"We're in a hospital. I'd be showing you mercy if I beat you up here. They'd be able to rush you to the emergency room." Jason threatened.

"You make it sound as if you could actually attempt to break one of my bones." Damian smirked with over confidence. Dick shook his head, knowing the matter would escalate.

Jason grip on Damian's shoulder tightened and the boy simply laughed.

"You really want to set this as an example for your little sister? Beating up people in public?" he taunted. Jason took in a deep breath and let go of Damian's shirt.

Before Damian could say anything to make the situation turn from bad to worse, the nurse, Mrs. Brown, walked into the room.

"The family of a Livy Todd?" inquired the nurse, and both Dick and Jason walked quickly over to the nurse.

"Is she going to be aright, how bad was the injury?" Jason inquired, his anger towards Damian instantly melting into concern for his sister.

"She's alright. She had a pretty bad compound fracture, but we were able to operate on her. However, she will need a lot of physical therapy." she explained.

"Can I see her?" Jason questioned, and Mrs. Brown smiled and nodded her head.

"Of course." Jason, Dick, and a reluctant Damian followed Mrs. Brown into the room to see Livy lying and bed. She instantly smiled once seeing Jason.

"Hi Jason. I hurt my leg." she informed. Jason sat next to her on the bed.

"I know that Livy. Why did you jump?" he inquired.

"Well Damian…" she trailed off seeing the fire in Jason's eyes. "I mean, I wanted to show Damian how much of a ninja I could be. I'm sorry." she pouted and Jason gently hugged her.

"I'm just grateful you aren't hurt." Dick smiled, enjoying the touching moment between the siblings, and then stated,

"Rest up well Kiddo. The quicker you'll heal." with that, Dick left the room. Jason gently kissed Livy's forehead, then stated,

"I love you Livy. Get some rest." Damian was left in her hospital room with her.

"Why didn't you blame me?" he inquired. Livy had a sly smile on her face.

"Because Jason would've broken you're leg. I didn't want mister Alfred to have to care for me and you." Damian gave her a doubtful look.

"That can't be it." she smiled knowingly.

"You could… wear a dress until I get better. And let me take pictures." Damian shook his head.

"No way." he stated sternly. She shrugged.

"Alright. I'll just tell Jason you're the one who told me to jump. Don't worry, I'll only say good things about you at your funeral." Damian was silent for a moment, and then sighed,

"I just have to wear a dress?" a smirk was plastered on Livy's face.

"Well…"

~One Week Later in the Mansion ~

Tim sat at the kitchen table eating some bacon while Alfred did the dishes. Livy had gotten back from the hospital the night before. He was worried how she was going to get around. The mansion was a large place after all.

Just then, he heard footsteps walk down the stairs and a girlish giggle. Tim knew that the laughter belonged to Livy, and his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

She shouldn't be walking yet. Her leg is still very weak. He then saw something that almost made him choke on his bacon. Damian came walking into the room in a frilly pink dress with Livy sitting comfortable on his shoulders. His face looked like he was about to kill someone, but that just made Tim want to laugh even more.

"Hi Tim. I Mister Alfred Sir." Livy grinned, waving. Alfred hid his smirk well while Tim had to cover his mouth. "Can I have an apple?" she questioned.

"Of course, Little Miss." Alfred answered. Damian groaned, and walked fully into the kitchen to grab the apple for her. Tim's eyes widened and he was finding it even harder to suppress a laugh. Damian stuffed toilet paper in the empty chest area! Tim got the apple and handed it to Livy.

"Here's your Apple, Livy." he groaned.

"What?" Livy inquired, not accepting the apple.

"Don't make me say it. Not in front of Drake." he hissed in a whisper. Livy crossed her arms over her chest, and Damian sighed in defeat.

"Here's your Apple, Ninja Princess." he muttered, and Livy smiled in delight, taking the apple.

"Thank you Damian." she grinned happily.

"Damian, why are you in a dre-"

"Don't ask." Damian stated sharply, cutting Tim off. Tim shrugged, and took out his cell phone and quickly took a picture before Damian could fully run out of the kitchen. There was no doubt about it. Livy was Jason's sister. Her black mailing abilities proved it.