I held the small communicator in my hand. I was debating on whether or not to keep it, just in case I needed it. Why not? I teleported it back home, and waited patiently for the sound of Bruce's entrance. I quietly stood next to the desk, and was preparing myself on what I was going to say to the Batman. But, I didn't get much time, because after maybe a minute, Bruce was descending on an old elevator. When he landed, we walked up to each other: Him in a tux, me in my new costume.

"Nice costume." He started as he looked me over from a short distance.

"The boys gave it to me for Christmas."

"So, you can talk to them now?" I narrowed my eyes at him. Low blow, Brucie, low blow.

"If you're going to make fun of me, then I'm just gonna go. I have Doctor Who marathon waiting for me." I started to walk towards the elevator, when Bruce grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"Common Gypsy, talk to me."

"Brainiac told me that Static killed you, Alfred, Gordon, Mr. Fox, John and Wally." He let go of my arm and stared. "That is what I wanted to talk about." I stared back at him. I turned my head, and started to walk away. The only that stopped me in my tacks, was my phone going off. I bent over and pulled it out from my shoe. "Hello?"

"Hey Andi, it's Virgil."

"Hello Virgil, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yeah, um, do you have any plans for Christmas tomorrow?"

I looked at Bruce. "I don't know. Why?"

"Well, my Pops and I wanted to know if you would come to Christmas dinner with us tomorrow night."

"Sure, yeah, I'd love to."

"Great," he sounded relieved. "Uh, we'll pick you up at seven."

"I'll be ready." I was just about to click off. "Wait! How formal is it?"

"Pretty formal."

"Okay, I'll buy a dress."

"On Christmas Eve?" He questions too much.

I sighed and smiled. "Ah Virgil, what have I told you? When you work for Wayne Enterprises, nothing is closed."

"Ain't that right," Bruce snickered under his breath.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I turned it off. "I need Mr. Fox."

"I have a dress you can wear." Bruce said.

I stared at him. "Hayes, what you do in your personal life, is none of my business."

He gave me a look that made me shut up. "No, it belonged to Alfred's niece; she visited us while you were away."

"Was she as short as I am?"

"Maybe an inch taller."

"Great. Where's the dress?" We both started to walk towards the elevator.

"Spare Bedroom."

"Which one?" We started up the elevator.

"Yours."

I nodded an understanding. We were quiet for a minute while we rode up. We were still silent as we swiftly strode to my old room. Just as we had reached my door, a loud cheer erupted from downstairs.

"You should get back to your guests. They're probably missing you."

"Yeah, probably."

"I'll bring back the dress-"

"You don't have to." Bruce cut me off. "She visited right after you left, so she obviously doesn't miss it." He smiled weakly, and I did the same. "I'll see you later then."

"Yeah, later." He then turned, and went back to his party. I made my way into my old room, turned on the light, and searched the closet. The dress wasn't hard to find, for it was the only thing in the closet that was for people bigger than three feet tall. When I pulled it out to look at it, I was stunned. It was gorgeous: it was a blue halter dress. The straps crossed at the neck, leaving a small circle just above the chest. It was decorated with white sequence that glittered in a beautiful spiral pattern on the ham of the dress as well as outlining the straps and the rest of the top. When I quickly tried it on, the bottom fell just above my knees. 'Oh no,' I thought as I stared my exposed skin. 'How am I going to explain the vines to Mr. Hawkins? I could just tell him. But what would he think of me then? He's gonna hate me.' I sighed. What was I going to do?

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After I teleported home, I looked at the clock. 6:45. I took a deep breath. I have to tell him. I changed into a t-shirt and jeans, grabbed my pea coat, and started to walk to the home of a Mr. Robert Hawkins. It was a cold journey, but I eventually made it around seven o'clock. I knocked on the door, and let out the breath I was holding when Virgil opened the door.

"Hey Andi, what's up?"

"Uh, can I talk to your dad for a second." I said a little nervously.

"Yeah, sure. Come in." I bowed my head and came in. "Sit down, I'll get him." I sat on the couch, and he went into the kitchen. After a minute, Mr. Hawkins came out and sat down next to me.

"You wanted to talk to me?" he asked.

"Yes, um, sir? Do you remember the day you took me home?" he nodded. "Did you by any chance see my arms?" he nodded slowly. "Can you tell me what you saw?"

"Leaves. Tattoos of leaves."

I took off my coat, and let him stare at my arms. After a minute or so, I bent over and rolled up my pants enough for him to get the gist that they were everywhere. "Mr. Hawkins, I'm a bang baby. But to let you know, I only use my powers in a life or death situation." Okay, so I lied just a little, but I don't really consider going from place to place really a harmful power. "And the tattoos are an unwanted curse, and there's nothing I can do about them."

"Why tell me this?"

"Because the dress that I have for tomorrow night, shows my arms and the bottom half of my legs. And I didn't want the tattoos to be a giant surprise when you picked me up."

We were both silent for a minute, and then he said, "Thank you telling me."

"Mr. Hawkins what am I going to do? Everyone at the dinner is going to see me like this, and they're automatically going to think that I'm a bang baby, I just know it."

"Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about." He said in hopes of getting my spirits up.

"What?"

"The dinner we're going to is a benefit to the Center. And you know how I'm a social worker, and I talk to kids about their problems," I nodded. "Well, I wanted to know if you would make a speech."

"About what?" I asked curiously.

"The main theme is that when kids have a problem with say their parents, like a physical problem, they need to talk to someone about it."

"So you want me to tell them a story about one of my worser set of parents?"

He nodded slowly. "Yes, to sort of, urge them on about telling someone if they are having a problem."

"How does that help me?"

That, he had to think about. Then he smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "Be creative." After his wonderful one-liner, he walked me to the door.