Trigger Warning: Character Death. Happens off-screen, but grieving plays a large part in this chapter.

GOTHAM CITY

OCTOBER 31ST 2010 18:47 EST .

"Come on, Elizabeth!"

Betty rolled her eyes and walked out of her room, adjusting the dollar store tiara she bought on her head.

"Hold your horses Jason, I'm coming."

Jason stood in the center of the living room, dressed in a dark black t-shirt and a witch's hat, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. Betty had promised the boy she would take him trick-or-treating, and he was taking her sluggish way of getting ready none too kindly.

Betty had simply taken one of her sundresses and stuck a tiara on her head and was masquerading as a princess. Jason's costume was a black t-shirt they scrounged up for him from the thrift store, and they even splurged and got him the fancy witch hat from a costume shop. Jason had wanted to be a male witch for Halloween, and by gone it, Betty was going to have him be what he wanted to be.

Jason put his hands on his hips and looked up at Betty expectantly.

"Why are you taking so long?"

Betty rolled her eyes and adjusted the hat on his head.

"Big sister prerogative," Betty answered, scrunching her nose playfully. She reached for the pillowcases on the couch they were going to use for their treats. "I live to make your life as inconvenient as possible."

Jason stuck out his tongue at her and Betty laughed. She handed him the pillowcase which he took and turned on her heel to leave.

"Now, to candy!"

There are moments that the words don't reach

There is suffering too terrible to name
You hold your child as tight as you can
And push away the unimaginable

GOTHAM CITY

NOVEMBER 1ST 2010 12: 16 EST

After trick-or-treating with Jason and doing her nightly patrol, Betty was beat. Not at all helping was the fact that it was Monday, and her sleep was still a little disturbed by the nightmares of Artemis. They were starting to dissipate, but it still was not too long ago they had the exercise. She was still not completely over it.

Betty yawned in the library, taking a bite of her sandwich. She had discovered she much rather preferred the library for lunch, regardless of trauma or not. It was a nice change of pace from the usual hustle and bustle of her entire grade stuffed in a room together, as this allowed her an actual time to reflect and recharge in quiet and solitude.

"Hey Betty!"

Well mostly solitude.

Betty smiled and waved at the incoming form of Barbara Gordon, who sat down next to her and took out her own lunch from home.

"Hey Barbara," Betty greeted. She furrowed brow at the lack of Barbara's usual raven-haired companion. "Where's Dick?"

"Emergency Scholar's Bowl meeting," Barbara shrugged, opening her thermos of soup. She used a plastic spoon to stir it around a little bit, and Betty smelled the comforting and delicious smell of chicken broth and cream of mushroom.

"Ah," Betty said. She took another bite of peanut butter and jelly. "How's your day been?"

Barbara grinned and took a sip of her soup.

"Made an A on my science test," Barbara said proudly. Betty punched her arm playfully and beamed at her friend's accomplishment.

"That's amazing Barbara!" Barbara ran a hand through her dark red curls like it was nothing to make an 'A' on a test, and knowing how intelligent Barbara was, it probably was.

"Thanks." Barbara took a sip from her water bottle and leaned back in her chair. She looked down at her bag, like she was considering doing some homework, before shaking her head and returning to her soup.

"How was your Halloween?" Betty asked. Barbara stiffened for just a fraction of a second, so quickly that if Betty hadn't of been trained to notice she wouldn't have. Betty raised a brow as Barbara shrugged, schooling her features to be impassive.

"Okay, I guess," Barbara said. "Got some gymnastics practice in."

"No trick-or-treating?" Barbara shook her head and looked at Betty like she was crazy.

"In Gotham?" Barbara asked. "That's like asking to get mugged."

Gotham was crime capital of the nation, there was no argument. No where came close to Betty's native city when it came to crime per capita. And a night like Halloween, where crime spiked due to pranks and more people being out to victimize, it was near impossible to not be a victim of crime.

But Betty found that living in fear of her city did not good. Perhaps she had an advantage, being a trained vigilante, and that kept her from being too afraid of a mugging. It was simple in comparison to Bane. So, when Jason asked to go trick-or-treating, Betty didn't say no. They encountered no issues, but then again, they stuck to their apartment building and the one next door alone.

"Besides, aren't we a little old for trick-or-treating?" Barbara said. Betty smiled mischievously.

"Too old for free candy?" Betty asked. Betty reached for a piece of candy out of her bag for dramatic effect, the sour candy tart on her tongue. Barbara rolled her eyes and shoved Betty's shoulder, causing the raven-haired girl to laugh.

"Seriously though, my, uh, little brother wanted to go," Betty said. Barbara turned to her, puzzled, her mouth open in a small 'o'.

"I thought you were an only child," Barbara questioned. Betty rubbed the back of her neck and smiled sheepishly.

"He's more of a surrogate brother than actually related to me," Betty explained. "It's easier to call him my little brother than 'ten-year-old I befriended that now lives with me.'"

"That is a bit of a mouthful," Barbara said sagely, before laughing lightly.

"But enough about me!" Betty insisted. "Tell me, when's your next gymnastics meet?"

Barbara stiffened again, and again Betty pretended not to notice.

"Uh, not for a while," Barbara said. "I'm thinking of skipping the rest of the invitationals. Waiting until sectionals." This caught Betty's attention. Barbara was the best gymnast at Gotham Academy, and she would say the best in Gotham if she hadn't seen half the stunts Robin pulled off. Her skipping an invitational? That didn't make sense.

"Wait, why?"

"I, uh, just want to focus on my schoolwork," Barbara answered. "Want to make the honor roll this semester." Betty had not known Barbara long, but she knew that Barbara was the type of girl that always made honor roll. She was, after all, currently fighting with Dick for being the top freshmen.

Betty decided not to call Barbara on it. Betty was, after all, keeping secrets too. She couldn't begrudge Barbara for keeping her secrets, especially when they were as mundane as skipping an invitational. But Betty did file it away for later, just in case.

Betty's phone rang in her bag, and she blushed scarlet, embarrassed she had forgotten to turn it on silent. She reached for it to answer before the librarian could find and chastise her. Barbara laughed at Betty under her breath, and Betty rolled her eyes at her friend.

She saw it was Aunt Melody, and she furrowed her brow. Aunt Melody never called her at school unless it was an emergency.

"Hello?" Betty whispered into the line. Aunt Melody sniffled once and did not even bother with a greeting.

"Catherine Todd is dead," Aunt Melody bluntly said. Betty sat in shock for a long moment, the phone nearly slipping from her hand. "Betty, you still there?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm right here," Betty quickly stammered. Betty began to gather up her things, earning a confused look from Barbara. "Does Jason know?"

"N-no, not yet," Aunt Melody said. "The police came looking for him, since he's the next to kin. I told them he's at school. I was about to go get him and –"

"Wait for me!" Betty yelled into the phone, perhaps a bit too loudly. "He'll need a friend, and, uh, I –"

"I know. Go wait in the front office, I'll be there to pick you up in a few minutes. I'll tell you more then."

"Bye," Betty said. Then she swallowed thickly and said, "I love you."

"Love you too." And then Aunt Melody was gone. Betty continued to gather up her things, stuffing her half-eaten sandwich back in it's plastic bag. She grabbed her homework and books, put them in her bags at a dizzying pace that even Kid Flash would call quick.

"What's going on?" Barbara asked, concerned. Betty stood and slung her bag over her shoulder.

"My brother's mom just died," Betty impassively intoned, heat rushing through her veins and blood pumping so hard she was surprised that Barbara couldn't hear it.

Barbara frowned sympathetically, bringing a hand to her mouth.

"Oh my," Barbara murmured. "I-I'm so sorry."

Betty nodded. "Thank you. I'll call you later, okay?" Barbara gave her a final wave, and Betty made her way toward the front office to wait for Aunt Melody.

She arrived there in record time, ignoring calls from teachers and students alike to slow down. The front door of the main office opened and shut with a loud clank. Betty stood in the doorway for a long second before stepping forward towards the secretary sitting at the front with a frown.

"Hi sweetie," the secretary chirped. "Can I help you with something?'

Betty held tightly to the strap of her bag.

"My name is Betty, Betty Bryons and –"

"Oh dear," the secretary said, putting a hand to her chest. "Your aunt just called. I was just about to call you up here." Betty shivered under the sympathetic look that the woman was giving her. "I'm so sorry about your loss pumpkin."

"Oh, uh…thanks," Betty managed to get out, looking away from the secretary.

"You can stay here until your aunt gets here, okay?" The secretary smiled sweetly, and she give her a nod of acknowledgment before moving to the line of plastic chairs against the far wall. She sat down to wait, shutting her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall.

There had been no love lost between Betty and Catherine, especially after the incident where Jason ran away, and she seemed not to care. But… but she never wanted Catherine to die. She just wanted Catherine to stop hurting Jason. Catherine had had her moments where Betty could see that she had loved her son – she never went on a bender right in front of him, always when he was gone, saving him the trauma of having to see it. It wasn't much but at least it was something.

Catherine had not come looking for Jason, not even a cursory phone call asking if they knew where Jason was. Betty wondered idly if she had made the right choice in not telling Catherine where Jason was. Maybe Catherine would have turned her act around once she got her son back. Maybe Jason could have gotten some more time with his mom. Maybe many things could have been different if she hadn't been petty and selfish and just told Catherine.

No matter if it was question sometimes for Catherine, Jason loved his mom. He knew she had problems and Catherine had hurt him ways only an absent parent can, but Jason was still devoted to her. Betty could see in the way he talked about her that he held a lot of pain and anger towards her, but there was a light in his eyes. A kind of hope that Catherine would one day come back to him.

And now she never would.

"Betty?"

Betty snapped up and saw her aunt in front of her, solemn and sorrowful. There was a slouch to her shoulders that betrayed some layer of grief. Betty was unsure if she had the right to mourn Catherine – there was no friendship, no love, only a shared mission to protect and love Jason.

But she did not have time to consider that right now. Right now, she had to get to Jason.

"Let's go," Betty mumbled, throwing her bag over her shoulder again. She marched past Aunt Melody and out the door, straight through the front door and school gate and to the old station wagon that they owned.

Betty slammed the door behind her, shoving her bag onto the ground. Aunt Melody was slow to catch up. After what felt like forever, Aunt Melody opened the door to the driver's side and got in, starting the car in silence. She pulled out onto the street, and Betty looked out of the window as they made their way back to the Narrows to get Jason.

"What happened?" Betty asked. Aunt Melody swallowed thickly.

"Drug overdose," Aunt Melody answered. "They revived her on-scene, but she died on the way to the hospital."

"Ah," Betty said, unsurprised. She had expected something like that. Catherine had had her issues with drugs and alcohol, but Betty had always held out hope Catherine would beat the habit and addiction for Jason's sake. Seemed in the end, she was unable to. "When?"

"Last night," Aunt Melody whispered.

"So…. while we were trick-or-treating, she was dying?" Aunt Melody nodded at the question, and Betty turned back to look out of the window. That was going to be murder on Jason, to know that he was out, being carefree and having fun while his mother was fighting to live. Jason would feel terrible. Maybe even responsible, like that he should have known and gone to her. Jason was compassionate and kind, but that also made him feel responsible for the people in his life. To protect them, even if he couldn't always do it.

The rest of the ride was silent as she saw the upper crust's homes disappear, and her Gotham, the real Gotham, come to life in front of her. They crossed the bridge into the Narrows and made a turn to go to Gotham North Elementary.

Betty's nerves sprouted as they got closer. How in the world were they going to tell Jason? How were they going to shatter his world and tell him his mother was dead?

Betty took a steadying sigh as they parked, and she got out of the car. Her and Aunt Melody continued to the front office of the school, where Jason was already waiting in a chair. The secretary was sat next to him, talking to him softly and Betty froze, thinking the secretary had already told him.

"Jason?" Betty called, and the boy looked up and smiled widely, eyes shining bright, and Betty realized nope, she would have to be the one to crush his heart.

"I'll leave you three alone," the secretary said, standing up. She brushed imaginary dirt from her skirt and coughed awkwardly. "It's wonderful talking to you honey."

And then she was gone. Betty and Aunt Melody shared a knowing look, wondering how in the world they were going to do this. Could they do this?

They had to; they couldn't keep Jason in the dark about this.

"What's going on?" Jason asked. Betty swallowed thickly and put a hand on his shoulder. "Why'd they call me out of class?"

"Let's talk in the car, okay?" Aunt Melody supplied, and that was good enough for Jason right now. Jason walked out of the school to the car, and Betty felt like she wanted to throw up, watching how oblivious he was.

Betty slid into the backseat with Jason, who was surprised that Betty did so. Betty usually rode in the front seat with Aunt Melody. Betty realized as she scooted closer to Jason that with it, she had decided it would be her and not Aunt Melody to tell Jason what had happened to his mother.

Aunt Melody started the car and started driving back to their home, and Betty sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked, finally catching their dour mood. Betty bit her lip and took Jason's hand, squeezing so softly Betty was not sure that Jason could feel it.

"Something has happened, Jason," Betty whispered. "To your mom."

Jason's face fell, and he turned his head to the side curiously.

"Is she hurt or something?" Jason said. Betty gulped and squeezed his hand again, hoping Jason could feel how much that Betty loved him with the motion.

"Jason, sh-she died," Betty murmured, barely able to get the words out. Jason sat for a moment, taking it in, face not changing. He seemed to be frozen in time, unaffected by the world around him as he thought.

"She's-she's dead?" Jason whispered, barely audible. Betty nodded and ran a hand through his hair tenderly, softly.

"Yes, Jason. I'm so, so sorry."

"But-but…" Jason's lip began to quiver, tears collecting in his blue eyes. "She-she can't-can't be dead! She's with Cristopher!"

Oh, yes, Cristopher. Betty had nearly completely forgotten about him. How were they dealing with Catherine's death?

"Sh-she was," Betty conceded. "Bu-but last night, she-she got really sick. And she didn't get better."

Jason looked up at Betty with wide eyes, tears starting to run and a sniffle working it's way up his throat.

"But-but –"

Jason began to cry, throwing his arms around Betty's middle and burying his head into her shoulder. Betty petted his head and pulled him in closer to her, his tears wetting her school uniform. Not that she cared.

They pulled up on the apartment building, but neither Betty nor Jason made a motion to move. Betty pulled him tighter and placed a soft kiss to his hair, and the young boy continued to weep as it became more and more real that his mom was not just gone, she was dead.

"No…no….no!"

The moments when you're in so deep
It feels easier to just swim down
The Hamiltons move uptown
And learn to live with the unimaginable

GOTHAM CITY

NOVEMBER 2ND 2010 15: 37 EST

Jason laid on the couch, curled into a ball and refusing to speak to anyone. Betty had tried to coax him out several times, but to no avail. Aunt Melody had decided to just let him be, coming up from the diner every now and then to check on the young boy.

Betty sat on a chair facing him, working on homework and keeping her eyes trained on the poor boy. Betty knew nothing she could say would make him feel better. Nothing would make it right. Nothing would bring his mother back, so all Betty did was sit and make sure that Jason was not alone. She was here should he choose to talk, but also here if he didn't.

Both had missed school today, and Betty had called out of a training session with Black Canary. The Team had been concerned, but she had waved them off with a simple 'it's personal'. Jason's grief was not hers to share, regardless of the distance she put between the Team and her civilian life.

Cristopher had yet to rear his ugly head, even when they had to go to the hospital to identify the body. Betty had not wanted to make Jason do it, but there was no one else.

Jason had walked silently to the window separating the two rooms, looking into where his mother laid, stiff and motionless. All the life and color were drained out of her, nothing more than a pale reflection of the woman she had been. Jason had reached out a hand to the glass, placing his palm on the smooth surface as tears fell liberally.

"That's her," Jason had whispered, voice just barely audible. "That's mom."

Jason had been silent ever since, on the car ride home and here now. Betty knew he had slept very little – she had spent all night in the chair, watching him go in and out of a restless slumber as she did the same. Honeybee was forgotten, the job once again to protect Gotham handed off to Batman and Robin alone.

Betty wrote down the answer to a math problem before shutting her notebook, having finished that part of her work for the evening. She looked up at Jason, who was staring straight ahead, lying on his side in his little ball, eyes peeking from behind his knees.

Betty stood and came to sit next to him, rubbing his shoulder softly. Betty heard his stomach grumble lightly and she smiled gingerly.

"Jason, would you like something to eat?" Betty asked softly. Jason made a grunt of consent, and Betty stood to make something for the two of them to eat, feeling a bit peckish herself.

Betty knew exactly what to make – box mac'n'cheese, something that always seemed to lift Jason's spirits. It might not make the pain disappear, but it might make him feel a little bit better. And a little bit better was all they could hope for right now.

Betty had just barely gotten it out of the cupboard when the door to the apartment opened, letting in Aunt Melody followed by someone in an official looking dress suit. This someone was a woman, who had their hair pinned in a bun and a pencil skirt that was straight as their posture, thin lines around their eyes. Betty raised a brow, and Aunt Melody just motioned to the woman.

The woman walked right past Betty and Aunt Melody, going straight to where Jason sat on the couch. She kneeled down to face him, tilting her head to the side.

"Are you Jason?" she asked. Jason made a grunting sound. Betty left the mac'n'cheese on the counter and stepped forward to stand behind the couch, a protective frown pulling down her face.

"My name is Lily White, Jason, but you can call me Lily," the woman said softly. Each one of her word's were measured, carefully considered, almost friendly. Jason said nothing, only blinked. "I'm with Department of Human Services. Do you know what that is?"

Jason nodded slowly, sluggishly and Betty felt her stomach turn. She had a feeling she did not like where this was headed.

"Well, the first thing I wanted to say is that I'm sorry for your loss," Lily said. Lily reached out and put a hand on Jason's shoulder. "I know it can be hard losing a loved one, especially a parent." Jason mumbled something akin to a thank you, the first thing he had said all day. Betty crossed her arms behind her back and bit her lip, watching the exchange continue.

"I'm going to be your Social Worker, okay?" Lily said. "That means I'm here to make sure that you can get taken care of now." Betty really did not like where this was going.

"Betty and Miss Melody take care of me," Jason murmured. He still did not sit up, eyes focused just beyond Lily's shoulder.

"I've heard they do," Lily said. Her voice became more strained. "But they can't anymore."

This got all three of their attention. Jason sat up just a little bit, and Betty and Aunt Melody blinked furiously.

"What?" Jason asked, hoarse.

"Why can't we just keep taking care of him?" Betty demanded. Lily shut her eyes and took in a breath, looking pained. It seemed she had been expecting this reaction.

Lily still did move from her place next to Jason but did remove her hand from his shoulder.

"Jason is going to be moved from her into a foster home," Lily explained. Betty put her hands akimbo and stared down at the woman, giving her her best Honeybee stare.

"Why?" Aunt Melody asked. "He's perfectly fine here."

"You're not a certified foster family," Lily said slowly, as if they couldn't understand. "And until we can determine this is a safe place for Jason, he needs to be moved."

Jason sat up completely, wiping at his eyes and brow furrowed angrily.

"I'm happy here with Betty and Miss Melody," Jason said. His voice was still hoarse and full of sorrow, but a bit of anger was seeping through. "Why do I have to go?"

"We just want to make sure you're safe," Lily comforted, but not very successfully.

"I've been here for almost a month, and I've been safe," Jason insisted. "Don't make me go."

Lily sighed and stood up, straightening her jacket. Lily for her part did look regretful, but she was also certain on what she was doing.

"Please, Ms. White," Betty pleaded, "let Jason stay, please."

"Believe me, I don't want to take Jason from you," Lily insisted. Lily crossed her arms behind her back. "But Jason's father's sister is requesting custody. Until it can be determined –"

"Aunt Marissa does not know me!" Jason yelled. "I want to stay with Betty and Miss Melody!"

"Please, don't do this to him," Aunt Melody pleaded. "He just lost his mom. Don't take him us too."

Lily sighed, but Betty already knew that the decision was made. Jason was not going to be staying with them any longer. There was no question or statement to be made any furtherer. Betty's hands curled into fists. This was stupid. This did not make sense. They could not take Jason from them now. Not when he needed them most. When he was at his most vulnerable.

"I'm sorry," Lily said. And she looked it, her brow furrowed apologetically, hands clasped in front of her. "But this is the way it has to be. If the court determines this is the best place for him, I promise you, he will be back."

Betty rolled her eyes. "But the court also favors unification of relatives. We all know this."

Lily sighed but did not respond. She once again kneeled down to Jason's height, who's lips were pursed angrily.

"I'm sorry J—"

"This is bullshit."

"Jason," Betty said. Jason turned from his spot on the couch, still angry, a different kind of tear threatening to run down his face. "We can't talk our ways out of this one. You have to go with them."

At this, the tears fell.

Not just for Jason.

If I could spare his life
If I could trade his life for mine
He'd be standing here right now
And you would smile and that would be enough

MOUNT JUSTICE

NOVEMBER 4TH 2010 03:27 EST

There was a knock at his room door, and Conner awoke in confusion. Who could possibly be here this late? He thought idly that maybe it was M'gann, but he could hear her snoring in the other room. Then he heard a sniffling, and Conner rose to his feet, walking across the cold mountain floor to open his door.

Conner opened and was surprised at what he found. Betty, completely mask and sunglass-less, dressed in her civilian clothes. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her nose was sniffling, she looked up at him, seeming so fragile she might break at any moment.

"Betty?" Conner tried. The girl cried and through herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Conner stood in shock for a long moment, arms wide as he tried to figure out what his best friend wanted him to do. Then he wrapped her in a hug, assuming that was what she needed.

"He-he's gone," Betty whimpered. Conner stepped back, taking her with him, and shut the door behind the, so as to not disturb M'gann.

"Who's gone?" Conner asked. Betty sniffled again and buried her face deeper into his t-shirt.

"J-J-Jason," Betty answered between her tears. Conner pulled away, putting his hands on his shoulder and holding her at arm's lengths.

"He ran away again?" Conner said, on high alert. If this kid was out there, wondering late at night, they needed to be searching for him. Seeing as this was second time, maybe they could bring in the full Team this time. Secret identities be damned.

"No," Betty gasped between staggered breaths. "His-His mom died and …."

And then she told him the whole tale. About how his mom was not the best in the world, and that Jason had to come live with her. How he was her little brother and the best thing in her life. How his mom had passed away on Halloween. And now foster care was taking him away, because his aunt wanted custody. She loved Jason more than anything and now he was taken away from her when he needed him most.

Betty went in and out of tears as she regaled him with the story. Conner sat her down on his bed and kneeled in front of her, squeezing her hands whenever she began to drift too far into her tears. Once she was done, she hiccupped and wiped at her face to get rid of her tears, but they were swiftly replaced.

"Oh Betty, I'm so sorry," Conner comforted, squeezing her hands again. "I wish he could stay with you."

"Maybe I'm being selfish," Betty whispered. "Maybe his aunt is a better place for him. Maybe….I don't know."

Conner moved to sit beside her, still not letting go of her hands.

"Maybe," Conner said. "But maybe you just want him to be safe and loved too."

Betty sniffed again and looked up towards the sky, like that would retract her tears back into her eyes. She wiped at her face and turned to him.

"Why-why does this - why are they doing this to him?" Betty wondered aloud. "Take him from his family when he needs us most? Jason just lost his mom. And now he's in an unfamiliar place, all alone. I can only imagine how scared and frightened he must be."

Conner smiled despite himself, remembering his meeting with Jason on the Gotham street.

"He seems like a tough kid Betty," Conner said. "He'll be fine."

"You think so?" Betty asked, turning to look at him. Conner smiled bigger and reached across to push a single piece of hair behind her ear. It was as long as Conner had seen it since they met, now beginning to be past her ears and hanging on the back of her neck.

"Yes, I do," Conner said. He did not know for sure, as he had met Jason once. In passing at that. But their was something about this kid, from all Betty had told him. If Jason could survive what Betty had described to him, he could survive anything. He was a tough kid. A strong kid, just like Betty.

Betty wiped once again at the last of her tears, and she laughed once softly.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," she said. "I just – you were there when we found him. I f-felt like you –"

"Hey, hey," Conner said, cutting her off with a hush. "You don't have to explain to me. You're my best friend, I'll always be here if you need me."

Betty smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder, shutting her eyes.

"Thank you, Conner."

Conner reached around and hugged her from the side, kissing the top of her head.

"Anytime, Betty."

There are moments that the words don't reach
There's a grace too powerful to name
We push away what we can never understand
We push away the unimaginable

Chapter Bible Verse:

"For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you:" – Matthew 6:14

So…we've had like no action the past two chapters, but next chapter is Misplaced, so we'll get some good stuff with that. It's a personal favorite of mine because of the dual nature of it all.

I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! I have no clue if Jason actually an aunt has somewhere, but for plot reasons he has one now. Don't worry, we won't be seeing much of her.

Song excerpts from "It's Quiet Uptown" from Hamilton.

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MsRosePetal: Dick wants so bad to comfort her but can't without compromising himself. Dick's compassion is such a huge part of his character, it seemed so out of character for him to not at least try and reach out to her in that small way, that's why I added this scene in there. And you make sense to me. . Betty is just so angry at the world. We're reaching a breaking point with her, but not quite yet. Her arc for season 1 is letting go of that anger and allowing herself to let others in again, and we've still got a long way to go! Thanks for leaving a review and have a blessed day!

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