December 5, 2:03 am
Robin yawned, finding herself sleepy earning a light smirk from her father.
"Not used to going on patrols anymore?" Batman asks slight amusement in his voice that only she and her brothers could tell.
"No," she quickly denies, not wanting to show that she was indeed sleepy and not used to their patrols anymore. "Just tired."
"Did you or Red Hood fix things yet?" her father asks.
"It's not my fault he took what I said too seriously," the Girl Wonder huffed, still slightly annoyed that her brother wasn't even letting her speak to him without bringing up her accusations of Roy. "But how'd you know about the fight? I didn't tell you and I doubt Red Hood would."
"I'm your father, I know when you kids are fighting," Batman smirks before turning away. "This section's clear, we can do a quick sweep before finishing."
Robin nods and the both of them start leaping and climbing over the rooftops of Gotham, looking for anything out of the ordinary besides the usual group of drunk teenagers leaving the bar, the sounds of cat and dogs fighting, and the sounds of speeding cars down below. When nothing out of the ordinary happens, they're both making their way back home, this time in the Batmobile.
"So… you know what Hood and I fought about?" Robin couldn't help but ask her father during the ride.
"Other than it happened while I was at the League meeting, nothing else." Robin was about to sigh at that but her father continued. "But, it had something to do with Red Arrow."
Robin pursed her lips in a pout, "How'd you get that?"
"Red Hood doesn't get as worked up about anything unless it had either to do with the family or Red Arrow," Batman says. "So, what is it that you two talked about?"
"The mole problem and how Artemis is one of the member's Arrow keeps suspecting," Robin lied, if her father noticed it, he didn't call her out or made any sign of picking it up.
"You don't believe that it's her?"
"I don't believe it's anyone!" Robin huffs, annoyed at how many times she's had to say this. "You've taught me how to judge a person just based on their actions, teaching me how to analyze and study their thoughts and actions, predict what they'll do and how they react."
"I've fought alongside them and even when the simulation was all a fake, we still fought alongside each other to the death, and I can say for sure, there is no mole on the team!"
Batman doesn't say anything to her for the rest of the trip, obvious that she doesn't want to discuss the matter for much longer, it was only when they arrived at the Batcave when he speaks up before she can leave the car.
"I'm not saying that there is a mole and that I don't trust your judgment of your own team but there's always the possibility of them being the mole without even realizing it," her father tells her before leaving the car. Robin stares at the driver's seat even when five minutes went by since her father left.
The thirteen-year-old only snaps out of it when there's a knock on the window. She turns to see her older brother standing at the other side of the door, a concerned frown on his face. Sighing, she opens the door and finally steps out.
Her oldest brother is still wearing his uniform like her, most probably just arriving from his own patrol over at Bludhaven. "Do I want to know?" he asks her.
She purses her lips as the both of them enter the locker room, removing their masks, her cape, and their utility belt. "Was just thinking," she tells him.
The both of them enter the private cubicles and changes out of their uniform and into their houseware. When she exits, she sees Damian sitting on the bench, waiting for her.
"You're back early," she finally comments as they exit the Batcave and up to the manor.
"Was a fast patrol. Are you and Todd still fighting?"
"Maybe," she says, receiving a glance from her brother.
"It's not the time to have petty fights," her brother scolds her.
"It's Jason who's making it a big deal!" she whisper-yells, not wanting to get too loud for Alfred to come up and scold them.
"Father may not care about your's and Todd's fight but I do," Damian frowns. "There's something larger at play here, you and I both know that. The crime rates of Gotham and Bludhaven have been at an all-time low even for it being winter and you can't chalk it up to the Christmas spirit."
"If the both of you don't solve things between you-" Damian huffed. "Fix things between you and Todd, you two can fight about whatever next time but not now."
With that Damian walks away to his room, leaving her huffing in front of her own room before entering, slightly slamming the door behind her. "Why are they acting like it's my fault?" she complains to herself in anger. "They don't even know what we fought about, it's his fault for overreacting."
In her fit of anger, she grabs one of her pillows and throws it across the room, the pillow hitting the wall with a loud thump, a bit too hard and loud for a pillow.
Plopping herself on her bed, she grabs her phone she left on her bedside table. She tries to clear her anger when she notices messages from a certain redhead best friend of hers. She purses her lips, thinking about the fight between her and her brother.
She sits there for an hour before coming up with her decision. Dixie stands up and walks out of her room before uncharacteristically slamming the door to her brother's room open.
"What the fu-" Jason scrambles, waking up. "What the heck are you doing?!"
"Apologizing," she huffs, closing the door behind her.
"Well you have a great way to show how apologetic you are," he snaps. "Get out."
"No," she replies, making her way further into his room, earning her a glare. "You've been avoiding me and getting more snappy than usual."
"Great observation detective," Jason rolls his eyes. "But this is still my room so get out."
Dixie purses her lips and swallows down on the anger, looking at her brother honestly. "I'm sorry for questioning Roy and saying he was working with Sportsmaster."
Jason glares at her but remains silent, urging her more to continue. She takes a deep breath before continuing. "I won't make excuses for hurting or offending you like that. I know if it were me in your shoes and you were basically telling me that you believe Wally was the mole, I would be mad at you as well. But I won't apologize for thinking like that."
Jason's face scrunches in anger but doesn't say anything.
"I got mad at Kaldur last time when he didn't invite Wally to our discussion about the possible mole, thinking that he didn't trust Wally after everything we went through. But I realized something, he has the right to. He's not as close, doesn't know Wally, as much so he would question everyone."
"I see Roy as one of my best friends, even a brother, but obviously he's more important to you than to how I see him," she says. "So I'm sorry for questioning Roy and for questioning your judgment."
Jason looks at the ground before a small defeated smile is on his face. He pats the side of his bed and moves to the side, making room. Knowing she was forgiven, Dixie smiles before sitting down on the bed beside him.
"Sorry for avoiding you," Jason says.
"I was a jerk, I deserved it," she smiles. "But you better tell Damian and Tim that we're fine, even Bruce. Both he and Damian spoke to me earlier about it. You and I both know I don't like it when people involve themselves in my fights."
Jason only chuckles at this, "Wanna go on patrol with me tomorrow?"
"Deal," she smiles.