Ramon came back with the food and I was able to make a salad and chicken and then I finished making the rice pudding. Jason was stirring the rice after I had to punch him several time for not getting his hands off of me. I hated to admit it, but I kinda liked how he was touching me, in a weird and uncomfortable way. Unfortunately, Jason knew that, despite how much I tried to hide it.

"Alright, Dinner's ready." I smiled and we all sat at the table. Before I started to eat, Ramon and I folded our hands.

"Ramon, would you like to say the prayer?" I inquired and he nodded his head.

"Dios es bueno. Dios es grande. Y le damos las gracias por nuestra comida. Por sus manos todos se alimentan. Danos Señor, nuestro pan de cada día. Amén." God is good. God is great. And we thank him for our food. By his hands we all are fed. Give us lord, our daily bread. Amen.

"Amen." I nodded, and I started to cut the chicken. Jason looked at me with a grin.

"I never thought you were a person to pray before eating." Jason stated. My parents were Catholic, but Ramon and I weren't raised that way. However, we did pray.

I shrugged at Jason's comment, and Ramon stated happily,

"Do you remember the chickens in Puerto Rico, Indi? When we went to visit Abuelo?" I nodded my head.

"Yes I remember."

"There were chickens all over the yard. It was like they were guarding the house or something." Ramon smiled.

I remembered the house before my family moved. At that time I was an only child, but we owned chickens. They had eggs and we would sometimes sell them for some extra money. Unfortunately it wasn't enough money and the job my parents had wasn't the best so we moved.

"So Ramon, do you like school?" Jason inquired.

"It's alright I guess." Ramon shrugged.

"What's your favorite subject?"

"English." Ramon answered.

I hated how Ramon was so much better at English then me. He could write it and speak it so easily, but it helped that he was born here and he didn't miss first grade. That was me. When I lived in Puerto Rico, my parents enrolled me in second grade, but not first, so I relied heavily on Spanish compared to the other kids who were learning English.

"Jason, why do you have really big muscles?" Ramon inquired curiously. Jason chuckled at the question, and answered,

"I work out a lot. I want to stay healthy." Jason answered. Dinner went by with Ramon asking Jason silly questions and Jason answering him. I then took their empty plates and dished out some of my rice pudding.

"Indi, can we watch Batman Under the Red Hood?" Ramon inquired. I looked over at Jason who had a curious look on his face.

"Uh… maybe not today…"

"C'mon Indi, let the kid watch it." Jason stated. I frowned, but placed the disk in the DVD player and played the video. It started to play and then I remembered how it began.

"Ramon close your eyes, the beginning is a little graphic." I stated, and he did. Jason watched it though, and with each swing of the crowbar from Joker, Jason winced in pain.

"I should fast foreword through this." I whispered, and reached out for the remote, but Jason grabbed my hand.

"No." he said while shaking his head, then watched as his character continued to get beaten. When the bomb exploded, Jason looked so pained I didn't know if he was going to be able to watch the rest of the movie. However, he watched it all and I thought he was going to cry at some moments.

When the movie ended, Ramon turned to me.

"Indi, what happened to Red Hood?" he inquired. "Did he live?"

"Yes Ramon." I nodded in a whisper. He then turned to Jason.

"Jason looked a lot like you." he stated and Jason shrugged.

"I just have one of those faces."

"But…"

"Alright Ramon. Time for bed." I stated, and he sighed but walked to bed.

"Good night." he waved.

"Night." Jason and I replied. Jason then sat on the couch and put his head in-between his hands. I felt guilty for showing the video, and I sat next to him on the couch.

"They got some of the facts wrong." he stated in a whisper, but I knew that wasn't why he was upset.

"Jason, you didn't have to watch that." I informed, and he looked at me. He looked angry and I could see some tears welling up in his eyes.

"I was taken away from him, and he hardly did anything about it." I could see the tears starting to streak his cheeks, and I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. "He put my costume in a case to mourn me. That's all. Indi, he didn't show that he loved me. He says he did but…"

"Shhh." I said, trying to sooth him. I rubbed his back, trying to show him some comfort as he continued to cry.

"He never loved me Indira, he never did." I continued to pat his back and try to sooth him. I knew I couldn't tell him that he was wrong, even though Batman really did love him. Only, if I did tell him, it would mean nothing. Batman himself would have to prove how much he loved Jason and I'm not even sure that he'll ever get that moment.

"I wish that he just loved me." Jason whispered with tears streaking his face.

"Jason." I sighed as I rubbed his hair. "Jay, I…" Love you! Don't worry about Bruce loving you because I love you. "Jay, I…" Jason covered my mouth with his hand, and I looked at him confused.

He looked at me still with apparent anger in his eyes, and tears streaking his face. However, after staring at me his face started to soften.

He bent down and started to kiss my face still with his hand covering my mouth. The kisses were soft and gentle and it gave me Goosebumps. He then stopped kissing me.

"If your going to say it, don't do it out of pity. Save it for a time when I'm not crying." he said with a smirk, even though he still had tears streaking his face. He uncovered my mouth and stood up.

"I'll be going. I'll see you soon for chess. Take care Indi." he took out the device out of his pocket , pressed the button and was gone. I stared at where disappeared. I couldn't help but whisper,

"I love you."