She sat watching him observe her. Her heart thudded with fear at what he might think of her sudden strange.

If he thought then so would the rest of the world.

She couldn't afford to allow this to break her walls. Releasing a few shaky breaths followed by normal heartbeats; she met his cool gaze of concern with a glare. "Why the fuck are you in my room?"

He was taken back by her snap. He rose an eyebrow, "Really? You were just hyperventilating while having a panic attack."

"I didn't tell you to come stalk me!" Dylan seethed, wishing he would go. She had to return to her peace at some point.

"I'm not stalking you!" Jason protested whereas she scoffed.

"Oh, right? I forget friends, acquaintances and family members just so happen to watch your every calculating move. They follow you everywhere. Hell, they even try to stop a non-existent suicide mission!" Dylan blurted, growing more infuriated.

The ground shook beneath them.

"I'm supposed to-" He tried to reason with Dylan.

Dylan refused to hear him out. "How about you try going to screw Batman? Leave me alone! I get tired of being watched like a zoo animal."

"You're being unreasonable." Jason countered, leaving her with said remark.

Dylan released a sigh of relief when he was gone from view. Her entire skin was drenched in sweat, causing a wrinkle of her nose. She forced herself to her feet. She couldn't stay smelling forever, but she could escape the ever watchful gaze of Batman's henchman. Her mind ran around where Beverly could be since she never did show her face.

Could she be in the afterlife? Is that what all this burning up is about?

"Dyl, can I talk to you?" Dick asked, knocking on her door. He caught the brunette in the nick of time when she had gotten changed into fresh pajamas. He bore a look of uneasiness.

Dylan simply nodded, "sure."

Dick leaned on her desk, looking everywhere around the thoroughly organized room but her. He didn't know how to come out and say it. He finally met her gaze, "You should lighten up on Jason. I know how you might not see that-"

"Hold up! Why are you getting onto me? All that boy does is mouth off. What I say and do are less." Dylan chimed in, interrupting the former Detective. She jabbed an angry finger in the direction of the door.

"I already ride him pretty hard." Dick commented, keeping an emotionless expression.

"Oh, you want me to ride him too?" Dylan angrily blurted, turning beet red at her own insinuation.

Dick furrowed his eyebrows, "Dyl? Is there-?"

Dylan softly touched her face to cool her temper. She could ease up on the boy. "No, fine."

"Good." Dick gave her shoulder a squeeze before exiting her room.

Dylan was beyond baffled. What grave is she digging? She'd give it a couple of days to try to make peace with the hothead, stubborn fool. She always let somebody have their space before apologizing.

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Her stomach held knots, twisting in a tangle in the middle of her stomach. Three days passed before she finally stood outside of his door, aggressively chewing her bottom lip. She had chosen midnight on a saturday; praying he wouldn't be in. Bouncing up and down- her legs didn't help as she fought a war inside of her. She couldn't figure her logic as to why she was so scaredy cat all of a sudden.

When wasn't she most days? Sighing, she dropped her arm from the door. She couldn't be friends with someone who was more than unwilling to make friends. She turned to leave at the same time an idea sprang to life in her mind. She'd throw some kind of horror marathon that everybody would be forced to watch.

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"Dylan, why did you invite us up here so late?" Gar complained, cracking one eye open.

Dylan huffed, briefly glancing to the others half awake on the sofa. "I thought we could invest ourselves into a horror movie marathon."

"You want us to have nightmares?" Nellie asked, letting slip a yawn.

"Not everybody likes horror movies!" Rachel kindly pointed this out to Dylan.

Dylan groaned, shaking her frizzy hair. She was growing annoyed by her family and their friends. She gestured to the Friday the 13th film series. She spoke up, "It's better to desensitize sooner than later!"

"I'm down for that!" Rose quipped, evidently the only other one excited.

Red stirred, forcing himself into a sitting position. He immediately agreed to it, "Agreed!"

Dylan didn't know why she was trying to make nice. She felt as if she was forcing herself onto people who weren't taken with her. She recoiled, but sucked it up once Dick told her to pop in the movies.

Kory seemed to be down to watching the horror.

The lights were turned down as the screen flitted to life and popcorn was made.

Dylan kept a grimace on her face. Her eyes didn't come across Jason, wondering how far she had messed up. Her eyelids began to droop shut, snoring lightly when she was startled by a hand shaking her. She reacted impulsively by tugging the intruder harshly over her shoulder, straight into the glass coffee table. Her eyes went wide once her mind registered the events- mentally cursing herself once somebody paused the television.

"What the fuck?" Jason shouted, stumbling from off the ground. Pieces of glass fell off the dark haired boy.

Dylan grew embarrassed. What could she say? She didn't have a keen taste for people sneaking up on her when she's asleep. The girl had gone livid at her impulsiveness. "I'm sorry…?"

"You didn't have to toss me into the coffee table!" Jason growled, about to run off to his room.

Dick rose an eyebrow at Dylan.

Apparently, the others weren't as light on the sleeping as they seemed.

Dylan briefly took notice of Red lying beside Rose upon getting up to chase down the wannabe. She about knocked into Jason as her mind was still preoccupied with those other curious thoughts. She reluctantly stopped in her tracks, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. A sigh escaped her and that's where parts of it turned to friendship. An apology grazed her mind until another not so serious one flickered into view.

"You should really audition to be a Spice Girl, Cupcake!" Dylan swiftly voiced, holding down laughter as he turned to glare at her.

His glare turned to one of confusion. He wasn't sure he heard her right. "What?"