"And remember-"

"Alfred's upstairs sorting the weapons room. Jason's coming in an hour, don't make mischief, don't go on the trapeze swings without me, don't leave the manor at all, don't play with the Batarangs without an adult; and that doesn't include Jason and be good." Mary listed, squeezing Dick's hand.

"I know, just go already you're going to be late!" Mary cried, half dragging Dick across the Batcave.

Once a month, Bruce would go up to the Watchtower, the Justice League headquarters that was in space.

In space.

Something that still blew her mind.

Anyway, usually Nightwing would accompany Batman or have one of his own important monthly meetings with the Team or the Titans. Sort of like a progress report, study hall, combat training and a pizza party all mixed into one.

Nightwing hadn't made an appearance in roughly a year, making many quite suspicious and a little bit worried. (Namely a super speeding redhead, a tech wiz, and a retired archer and not-so retired archer and an alien princess, not that they would admit to that.)

Which lead to the Mary having to go through every drill in the (Bat) book: What to do when an Earthquake and Aliens are attacking you simultaneously (it should not be a chapter), training harder than ever (she trained hard already, so that wasn't super different).

Going through every secret entrance and exit, organising a babysitter (Jason. Dick wanted Tim, but last she head he was where in India) and the creation of the 'List' all the rules she should follow when Dick was not around.

Believe it or not, Bruce only instructed her to do two of those things. The rest was her father being a panicked sociopath. (Which he insisted he wasn't, but Mary strongly disagreed. Strongly.)

"Okay, okay, okay." Dick said raising his hands up in surrender walking slowly towards the Zeta Tube. Where Batman was patiently waiting, watching the two with a small almost non-existent grin on his face.

Dick paused halfway, biting his lower lip, his mask hanging loosely in his free hand. "Maybe I should stay behind-"

"You get to go to space!" Mary cried. "You have to go! I'm going to be fine."

Dick sighed, running his hand though his hair. "Okay, I'm going. I'm going." Dick mumbled, glancing behind him every few seconds; trying to catch any hint of worry from her. He was a little disappointed when he caught none.

"Have fun." Mary sang giving them a wave, giggling as she ran up the steps.

"She laughs like you." Bruce said, pulling on his cowl.

Dick chucked shyly. "Yeah."

'Recognised Batman 02. Nightwing B01.'

The shine of the Zeta beam shone throughout the cave, leaving it empty once again.

Mary poked her head out from the top step, cautiously walking back down.

They were gone.

Mary smiled, running to the Batcomputer, pulling up the files and video cams of the Dick, when he was Robin. Searching through the files, Mary pulled up one of the videos.

"How did you do it?" Mary hummed to herself, leaning back in the chair. Glancing up at the gym, her eyes lingering on the trapeze swings.

"Artemis look out!" Robin shouted, handspringing backwards, pushing off, he twirled in the air, adjusting his body so he came in front. Dipping himself lightly, his right hand grasping a bar, he flipped upwards kicking-

The video fast forwarded. Mary typed in a few more keys, going back slowing it down again carefully studying each movement.

While she trained with Dick, there were something's he wouldn't teach (he said yet, but Mary had a feeling that 'yet' equalled 'never')

Something she had noticed, Dick was incredibly protective as Tim put it, when she had asked him a few weeks ago. She looked up the word. She was still struggling to understand it completely, more so of why he was protective of her (once again Tim's words, not hers)

So a past time of hers was either watching his (Bruce's, Tim's, Jason's, Barbara Gordon's, Cassandra Cain's ect.) videos (on each Bat-suit was a small Batcam (kinda like a Nannycam) and studying each and every one.

Sometimes attempting to replicate it, sometime just watching and learning.

Know your opponent.

It was Rule 1 for a reason after all. And with all the time she had to kill…this was her favourite form of fun.

Right now, she felt like replicating.

"Handspring back, push off, twirl and grasp." she mumbled to herself, putting the video onto the screen playing it as she practice.

"Handspring back, push off, twirl and grasp." she said, stretching out. Handspringing backwards, pushing off she twirled-

And slammed hard onto the floor, like a pancake. "Ahhh…" Mary moaned, laying down shutting her eyes. "Ow."

The second, third, fourth, fifth and twenty-ninth time wasn't any better. With her only improvement being that she was learning how to land better than the last time. "Ugh, come on!"

"Miss Mary? Are you quite alright?" came Alfred's voice of the intercom. Mary peeled herself off the floor, pressing a button on the intercom.

"Yes, I'm just…training. And no, I am nowhere near the trapeze swings." Mary added. Which wasn't a lie, since she really was not near them unless you counted above them as near.

"Very well, I am just informing you that Master Jason will be running late."

"Running late? Why?" Mary asked, leaning against the wall. The cold concrete feeling nice against warm, slightly sore skin.

"I'm afraid Master Jason did not explain. He had simply sent a text message of: Running late. Coming soon." Alfred read out. "Quite informative as you can see."

"Oh," Mary said flatly the odd sense of Déjà vu entering her. "Okay." she said, pulling her short hair out of its short ponytail, her hair flopping about covering her face.

"The Titians are on TV again, if that might interest you, Miss Mary."

Mary smirked, shaking out her hair. "Thanks Alfred."

"Anytime, Miss Mary, if you require me I shall be in the second bathroom on the fifth floor."

"Got it." Mary said, the intercom cutting off.

Mary sighed, running her fingers through her short hair, smiling as her fingers appeared on the other end. Waltzing over to the computer, she typed in a few keys changing it to the new channel.

Flopping into the chair, slouching in it, trying to tie her hair back into a ponytail as she watched.

'Yes, this week has been a smashing one! The Titans have been the talk of the town, with them saving building, babies and defeating the powerful robot monkeys. Cat wha-'

The Batcomputer made a strange hissing noise, as the picture turned to static. "What the-" Mary mumbled jumping up, pressing a few keys.

"Bat-man? Batman are you there? Batman it's-" the voice paused from the other side as the picture completely changed from the news channel to an auburn-haired woman, with thick rimmed glasses and sharply eyes.

Barbara Gordon.

Mary stared, racking her brain for the appropriate response. "Umm, hi?" she tried. Barbara staring back at her adjusting her glasses.

Mary licked her lips. "This is the Batcave, my I take your order?" she said lightly. She had been dying to say something Penelope Garcia-ish. Not appropriate for the time being.

It was too bad, if Dick where here he might have appreciated her attempts at humor. Who knows it actually have been funny.

"I mean, problem? I mean…" Mary swallowed hard. "I don't know what I mean."

Clearly she needed more practice.

"Oh…kay." Barbara said slowly. "Who are you?"

"Mary." said Mary, smiling at that. She had never introduced herself before. Mary. That was her name. Introducing yourself was fun.

"Mary." Barbara repeated, her eyes suddenly widening. "Oh my god! You must be a new one!"

"Huh?"

"A new one." Barbara said seeming much more relaxed now. "You've been there for what…six, seven months?" she guessed. "Six, in a about week." Mary corrected, folding her arms wondering what the woman was going on about.

"New one." Barbara said calmly. "That Bruce adopted? Blue eyes, dark hair and let me guess tragic backstory? Practically fit the bill. Where is he?"

Mary blinked, needing a second to take in this information. "Who?"

"Bruce? Batman?"

"Oh, um he and Nightwing are in the Watchtower. Why, what's happening?" Mary asked, deciding against correcting the woman, maybe if she believed she was the 'new' one, she wouldn't get in trouble for being found out.

Barbara cursed under her breath, typing furiously in her keyboard, her eyes now drawn to her screen. "Do you know anything about Brother Blood?" she said offhandedly, not seeming to expect an answer.

"Sebastian Blood, created a cult hundreds of years ago apparently cursed to be killed by his son before his hundredth birthday and his son taking the mantle of Brother Blood." Mary started. "Tried to brainwashed Nightwing once, kinda a less cool version of a vampire, lead H.I.V.E, was and/or is currently obsessed with someone named Trigon—"

"Yeah, that's more than enough." Barbara said quickly, looking back at her a mildly impressed look on her face. "Well two months ago, a splinter group calling themselves the 'the Fist of Blood' showed up in Jump City."

"Nice name, catchy." Mary commented, leaning back into the chair.

"Yeah, I know." Barbara snorted. "Anyway, their basically a small group of nutjobs who are trying to sort of 'rebrand' Brother Blood's message."

"So knockoff?" Mary guessed. "Trying to use Blood's image and fear to make them appear more threatening?"

"Exactly. Except imagine knockoff with really big guns, super giddy trigger fingers and enough pent of aggression to light a city on fire."

"Not good." Mary breathed out, twirling around in the Bat-computer's chair. Barbara shook her head. "The Titans have been monitoring there activity for the last few months, it hasn't been that bad, but yeah. Not good is correct."

"So what's the problem?" Mary asked. Maybe she was good at this conversation thing.

"The Titians have been radio silent since Thursday, that makes it two days with no contact with the outside world and since Starfire is with Red Hood and the Outlaws-"

"Oh…" Mary moaned. 'Running late. Coming soon.' Jason's informative messages. Screwing them over as knew what was coming.

Damn Jason, she was going to kick his ass.

"The Team's on an important recon mission-"

"Oh…no…"

"And I can't get in contract with the Watchtower. Every transmission I send is going haywire. Something's jamming it. I think someone tapered with it from there. We need-"

"You need someone to check it out." Mary finished dryly, looking up meeting Barbara's blue eyes. "Yeah." Barbara said, looking expectedly at her. "Know anyone who's available?"

Mary laughed lightly. "Believe me, I'm the last person who would." she mumbled, her eyes lightly up. "Wait! Tim-"

"Undercover."
"Seriously!?"

"The Titian's are in danger." Alfred said simply, he and Barbara talking over the Batcomputer.

"Or they could be…hibernating?" Mary tried, pacing up and down behind them. Occasionally throwing a dirty look at the costume displays. Quite a few were empty, but she could feel Jason's 'Red Hood' helmet laughing at her.

Mary stuck her tongue out at it. Jason as usual getting her in trouble.

"We need someone to scope it out."
"We need someone to help."

She had five rules.
Dick gave her five rules.

Rule 1: Don't make mischief
Rule 2: Don't go on the trapeze swings without Dick.
Rule 3: Don't leave the manor at all
Rule 4: Don't play with the Batareangs.
Rule 5: Be good.

They were simple. They were nice. They weren't hard.

But she could do it. She knew she could. It would probably wreck her entire life, possibly would get her thrown out or worse. She didn't know what it would take to piss Dick Grayson off, but she didn't want to find out.

She could play it safe.
She should play it safe.

But it was Damian.
And the Titans, but it was Damian's Titans, his team.
She knew how much that meant to him.
And he was in danger.
It was annoying, but she knew he'd definitely do it for her.

Risk it all.
Disobey.
Go in hissing and spitting like an angry cat with the threat of chopping anyone's head off (that he would definitely carry out)

Damn the consequences.
Take the punishment.

He was stupid like that.

"Agh…Damn it!" Mary shouted, internally cursing her own stupid loyalty.

Alfred and Barbara looking at her. Barbara with shock, Alfred with a mild amusement.

Mary sighed, marching over to the computer. "Send me the coordinates."

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