Dylan crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at Damian.

He insisted they sneak into a forbidden, abandoned coliseum type. He held a finger to his pink lips to shush them.

"I can easily bring myself into the place. Tell me what I'm looking for." Dylan regarded, earning a glare from both living males.

Ledger took the opportunity of distraction as a blessing in disguise. He was MIA.

Scowling, Tim shook his head at her. He clamped a hand down on her shoulder. "Your father said not to let you travel alone."

"On the plane!" Dylan roared, practically blowing their cover. She tore his hand from her shoulder almost breaking it behind his back. She glared at the innocent boy.

Tim slightly cowered, refusing to give up on what he was told. His eyes narrowed into a glare on her.

"No! He didn't want you traveling alone anywhere!" Tim angrily countered, getting in her face.

Dylan was about to make the mistake of landing a nearly fatal blow to Tim until Damian stepped in.

Damian gave each party a slight push from the other. He softly undid Dylan's grip on the other boy's arm frowning. He didn't know why they were at each other's throat. He proceeded to fold his arms, looking from one to the other in question.

"You traveled together in peace, but now, are fighting?" Damian furrowed his dark eyebrows in concern.

For whatever reason, both of them kept glaring at each other until Damian asked that question.

"A lot of it deals with delayed pressure, and grief on my part. Bruce Wayne's cowardly self goes from having Dick to Jason then this impostor! I don't have time to myself these days to process it all!" Dylan half roared, still angry about the whole ordeal.

"Issues aside with our father that pendant necklace will help." Damian urgently spoke, turning to place a hand on each side of her shoulder.

Dylan's facial features softened, shooting Jay an apologetic look. She was in the wrong for blowing up at them. She usually blew off her top when the day proved too much to handle. Sighing, she genuinely felt bad considering Damian and Tim had the same calming air to be around that Dick and Jason had. Yeah, sure, the lot of them weren't perfect, but they made her feel sane while the world made her crazy.

"Oh no." The color drained from Tim's face. His piercing blue eyes landed on a bulky guard, heading in their direction.

Damian went wide eyed.

None of them were prepared with their costumes.

Dylan sighed, "Where is your home?"

"The Eiffel Tower!" Damian squeaked, earning a confused eyebrow from her.

Dylan snatched a fistful of his shirt, pulling Tim into the mix. She concentrated on the place Damian mentioned, thinking he was a lunatic in the process. A pop sounded, causing her to pry an eye open when they appeared in a two bedroom apartment.

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"Sweet!" Tim shouted, roaming around the place. His eyes were wide due to the excitement radiating off of him from the place.

A two bedroom apartment with one bathroom in the hall. The walls were yellow with white flowers in the living room, dark oak flooring and a tan sofa in the middle- taking up most of the space.

Dylan stood at the oval shaped window, eyeing the people of London. She'd always wanted to explore the place she always learned to live growing up, but she didn't believe the time to be now.

Tim came to a stop by Dylan, reminding her of a chalk beanstalk.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you." Dylan choked out the words, briefly glancing sideways at the exuberant boy.

"Yeah, me too. The streets have gotten dangerous. I'm sorry." Tim softly spoke with a glint in his eyes.

Dylan sighed, watching as a light drizzle of rain began to pour outside.

A knock on the door had Damian rushing to answer.

"Dame, I've been meaning to reach you. This is urgent." A tiny female of about five foot two spoke. A thick, english accent cut the air.

"Gloria, can you-?" Damian was about to ask her to leave when she barged past him.

Gloria happened to have light caramel skin with sopping blonde curls while the rest of her body was bidding under a light brown cloak. Her hazel eyes came short of the two at the window, leaving her dark red pouty lips to twist into a grimace.

"You didn't inform me of having company." Gloria jabs the same finger at Dylan and Tim.

"I'm the younger half sister. Dylan is the name. This is Tim." Dylan made quick introductions.

Gloria still was standoffish from the pair. She shook her head, lifting an eyebrow at her friend. "Dame, I've brought you grave news."

Damian sighed, shutting the door to his home. He gestured to his neat, yellow and silver decorated kitchen.

"I'll make us all some tea." Damian began to put a kettle of boiling water on his stove. He tossed Gloria a brown towel to dry herself off.

Gloria motioned a finger to her hair, causing a light of purple show. Her blonde waves were dry in no time flat to match the rest of her body.

"Oh my!" Tim chirped, copying Dylan in her expression of awe at the use of magic Gloria demonstrated.

"Are you the Gypsy I've heard rumors about? Titans of the Old?" Dylan eagerly, but slowly walked over to Gloria. She was shocked to find that she could get happy over something so irrelevant.

Gloria tensed up at the question. She was aware the past has a way of catching up to you. She turned to the brunette, sending her a small smile.

Damian brought a tray of teacups with tea bags and sugar to mix in. He sat them on the table, watching Gloria take part in sipping his and hers down. He grimaced, knowing he'd have to put on another pot.

Dylan joined Gloria in drinking the hot beverage. What? She'd try whatever sounded good to her.

"Dick Grayson and I were sort of close. I'd help on the occasional case. It's when I worked in the FBI before quitting. Fell for the love of my life and had a daughter. I retired to take care of myself." Gloria softly went on to inform Dylan.

Dylan didn't recall when she sat on the sofa by Gloria or the fact that Tim took the seat next to her.

Damian pulled an armchair into view, grasping his hands in between as he leaned forward.

"Gloria, what news do you have?" Damian quizzed, saving the rest of her story for another time.

"You're in danger. I foresaw as much. I owe you a favor- this is me paying you back. Your entire family is in trouble. He's already taken the life of the new Robin." Gloria set the empty teacup down, getting full on the dark liquid.

Damian straightened in his chair. His eyes snapped to a grave, pale looking Dylan.

"I got it!" Ledger reappeared, dropping a sapphire pendant into the lap of Dylan.

Dylan rose an eyebrow at the diamond shaped pendant, staring at how it hung off a dark fabric that wouldn't bother her neck.