Pamela was trying not to stare, but she was sure she'd never get over how odd this felt, riding shotgun in Talia's new lifted gas guzzler.

Talia hadn't spoken a word to her since she picked her up, and Pam still took severe issue with that—not the silent treatment, the fact that she'd been forcibly subjected to a ride from Talia al Ghul.

Selina had dictated how the cars would be divided, and for whatever reason it had been extremely important to her that Harley ride in Dick's car with him, Bruce and Diana, while she and Pam rode with Talia. It was likely some sort of power play on Selina's part to make sure Talia's vacation experience with them was devoid of any discernable joy, but Pam could only speculate.

"What's the code?" Talia asked, rolling down her window.

"1940."

Talia entered the numbers on the keypad and the two girls watched the gate react, the motor coming to life to allow them through.

"This goes without saying, but I would like this trip to include a happy ending for Bruce and I."

Pamela was immediately annoyed. "Good luck with that."

Talia put the car into park in front of Selina's house and turned to Pam, raising a dark eyebrow. "You haven't already managed to forget our arrangement, have you, Isley?"

"Unless Bruce and Selina got back together overnight without my knowledge, I obviously haven't," Pam spat. "And I don't appreciate your condescending tone."

"It's the exact tone you've taken with me in every conversation we've had since like the 4th grade," Talia pointed out, a certain satisfaction in her inflection. "I learned to get over it, and so can you."

"Yes, right, your behavior undoubtably reflects the maturity of someone who's gotten over it," Pam mocked, popping her door open and stepping outside, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck to brace against the biting December cold.

Talia followed, locking the car behind them (despite them being parked in a gated driveway) on their way up to the porch.

Pam had sent Selina a text with their ETA, but had never received a response, so ringing the doorbell seemed the most effective way to get them on the road sooner rather than later. Talia and Pam waited together as the bell echoed inside the cavernous house, both with their arms crossed, careful not to encroach on each other's space.

It took a moment, but at long last the door swung open, revealing Dr. Kyle on the other side, a rather elegant silk robe cinched around her slim waist.

"Good morning, ladies," the woman smiled, her expression sly. Selina may have been adopted, but that smirk was absolutely inherited.

Pam allowed her presence to warm slightly—her posture and her expression. "Good morning, Dr. Kyle. Is Selina ready?"

"Selina!" she called out, her attention never leaving Pam and Talia. "Pamela is here to collect you, and she brought your nemesis!"

Selina appeared behind her mother in the foyer, dragging a sleek, black suitcase in her left hand. "Bruce says she's not allowed to be my nemesis anymore, mom. We'll be back on Monday."

"Well, I won't get in the middle of that, sounds messy and I haven't the headspace," Dr. Kyle laughed, kissing Selina on the cheek before letting her slip past to join Talia and Pam on the porch. "Be safe, please let this not be a Heathers situation. Pamela," she pointed a finger at the redhead, holding her accountable. "I'm counting on you to bring everyone back in one piece."

Pamela nodded, appreciating that Selina's mother recognized her as the most responsible party. "You have my word."

"Where does your mother think you're spending the weekend?"

"At the cabin," Pam answered, proud she didn't have to lie.

Dr. Kyle wasn't convinced. "With Selina and that blonde you two keep bringing around?"

"Well, not exactly, I—she knows Bruce will be there and…Talia."

Talia snorted at the mention of her name while unlocking the car for Selina to load her suitcase inside. "Sounds like quite the party."

"If she calls to check around, maybe you could—,"

"Darling, the only thing I have in common with your mother is social status," Dr. Kyle interrupted to assure her. "Enjoy, your secret is safe with me. And Talia, so nice to see your boobs finally came in, we were a little worried there."

Talia seemed to have no earthly idea how to respond to that because she stood there on the porch, dumbfounded, until Selina went up to retrieve her, tugging her by the arm over to the car while she waved a final goodbye to her mother.

Dr. Kyle closed the door with a chuckle, leaving the three girls alone to wade through the aftermath of that interaction.

Though, naturally, Selina was quick to skip over any necessary emotional debrief. "Limited Nightshade, huh? Going boujee for a Toyota, I see you."

"It's literally the exact car you told me to buy," Talia reminded her, having recovered (slightly) from being shamed for her delayed development.

"And you listened, good for you," Selina sneered, holding her hand out. "I'm driving."

"You are not driving."

"I am absolutely driving. You just got your license; you think I'm going to sit by and let you drive us into an early grave for the sake of your ego?"

"My ego? My ego?" Talia laughed. "Can you even h—,"

"Oh my god, I'm driving," Pamela snatched the keys away from Talia, knowing she was about to be subjected to an hour and a half of this particular circle of hell. "Get in, both of you."

"Fine," Selina acquiesced, climbing into the passenger seat. "But I'm in charge of the stereo and we need to make a quick pitstop."

"No, and where?" Talia closed herself into the backseat as Pam started the engine.

"Wasn't a question and the airport," Selina answered, grabbing Talia's phone where it was plugged into the tether port. "No passcode? Bold."

"My father doesn't let me have one," Talia mumbled, crossing her arms and sitting back, resigning herself to this reality.

Pam glanced first at Selina and then at Talia in the rearview mirror as she waited for the gate to let them onto the main road. "That sounds awfully controlling…"

"Well, at least he knows who will actually be at the cabin," Talia snapped. "More than we can say for your mother, evidently."

"Oh my God, Pammy, she listens to King Princess," Selina laughed as she scrolled through Talia's music library.

"The song is called 'Talia'," the brunette defended herself. "It's allowed."

"Whatever…" Selina sighed. "Hey, wait, what the fuck is this?"

Pam glanced back to see Talia tense in her seat.

"Pammy, as the resident homo, is it gay for someone to name a playlist after you?" Selina wondered with a laugh; dodging Talia's attempt snatch the phone away from her.

"I certainly wouldn't describe it as heterosexual, by any measure," Pam weighed in, getting on the freeway in the direction of the airport, for what reason? She still had no idea.

Talia was stretching the seatbelt to its absolute capacity, leaning between the driver and passenger seat to remind Selina that, "My phone was the only one that would Bluetooth to the gym speaker system, remember? There's just the stupid song for your floor routine in there."

"Huh…" Selina considered that excuse. "That's funny because I don't remember ever setting a floor routine to Paramore's Misery Business."

"OK, seriously, why are we stopping at the airport?" Pam changed the subject, rescuing Talia because she also had a playlist called Selina hidden somewhere in her music library and even if Talia's didn't exist for the same purpose, Pam could imagine how mortifying it would be for Selina to discover it. "If we're running away together, that's fine, but I would have appreciated an advanced notice so I could have packed a more comprehensive bag."

Selina laughed at that, setting Talia's music library to shuffle and placing the phone in the cupholder nearest to her. "We have to pick up Diana's Christmas present, I had it shipped direct. From Greece."

15 minutes later they were pulling up to the arrivals express pickup lane at the Gotham City International Airport, Selina rolling down her window to wave enthusiastically at the pretty redhead waiting there with her suitcase. "Hey, Macy's Pam!" she called out.

"Party Cat!" Mera called back, waiting for Pam to slow to a stop to pull open the hatchback and shove her bag in with the others.

"You two seem friendly," Pam was surprised.

"We kept in touch after the party," Selina revealed. "I had some apologizing to do."

"Hey Pam," Mera greeted with a smile, bringing a gust of cold air into the car with her as she scooted in beside Talia. "Who's this?" she meant Talia.

"Oh, don't mind her, she used to my nemesis, now we're just unfriendly," Selina explained quickly. "But, hey, you're bi, is it gay for someone to name a playlist after you?"

Mera nodded in definite confirmation. "Without a doubt. Diana and I literally met on the Isle of Lesbos but that's the gayest shit I've ever heard."

"The gays have spoken, Talia, sorry," Selina didn't sound terribly apologetic, however.

"Interesting choice in gas guzzler, Pam," Mera pointed out as she buckled her seatbelt and Pam pointed them in the direction of the lake house. "Doesn't exactly fit with your brand, I don't think."

"Oh, this is so not my car," Pam laughed.

/

You had to go and ruin it

So you could get a quick fuck

I'm sure you had fun doing it

And I won't make a big fuss

Harley glanced over at Bruce to find him quietly mouthing the words to the song he'd turned up to nearly max volume.

But know we're off and we'll never be on again

I hope that it was worth it fuckin Josslyn

"Are you a big, um—," Harley checked the artist name on the screen. "Olivia O'Brien fan, Bruce?"

He shrugged.

…and continued to just, well, vibe to it would be the only appropriate descriptor.

I know we weren't together but we're more than friends

Said you couldn't see me while she gave you head

"It's on the permanent playlist at this point," Dick elaborated from the back seat.

"Ever since the Selina and P—,"

I hope that it was work it fucking Josslyn

"Is Pam Josslyn, Bruce?" Harley asked, reaching to turn the volume down just a bit.

Again, Bruce shrugged.

"Do you, uh, maybe wanna, like, talk about it?" Harley prompted. "I might be a good person to talk to about it, I don't know."

"We usually just let him have his space and his quiet time when he gets like this," Diana told her like Bruce couldn't hear them.

"Oh, OK, sure," Harley nodded. "Silence is…silence is sometimes good. Can be therapeutic. I mean, it's not something I'm super great at, but—,"

"It's been months, Harley, it's fine," Bruce finally spoke. "I'm fine."

Harley chuckled at that, which she realized was a little inappropriate, but ah well. "You guys and your I'm fines. You, Pam, Selina. You're always fine, even when you're obviously not." When no one responded, Harley cleared her throat, trying to starve off her discomfort. "Sorry, maybe we're not there yet. I just mean…I'm here, if you ever wanna not be fine about it. We can not be fine together." She caught Diana's smile in the rearview mirror.

"After graduation, how long do you think I have to wait until I can ask Gordon out?" Dick asked, his question for the group.

"Probably forever," was Bruce's suggestion.

Diana nodded in agreement. "That will always be weird, Dick. Leave her be, please, she's endured enough already, don't you think?"

"No, I don't think, Diana."

"That much is obvious," Bruce muttered.

/

"That's a really big step, I'm proud of you two! And a little surprised, actually. I remember you being pretty comfortable in your closet the last time I visited."

"I'd say she's still pretty comfortable," Talia muttered, inspiring a glare from Pam.

"I think that's fine, Pam," Mera assured her. "You're 17, right? You don't know how your parents are going to react, don't know if it's safe…I waited until I was 18 and out of the house before I let it slip to my dad and he's not exactly an asshole but he's definitely old fashioned. It was a tough conversation, but it would have been a lot more difficult if I weren't legally my own entity, you know?"

Pam cleared her throat, double checking they were in 4-wheel drive as she approached the final hill. "Harley would…Harley would like me to be out."

"Yeah, well, Harley's lucky. I think, right now, the more important thing is you're out to yourself. You know who you are, and so do your friends, and so does Harley. The rest of the world can wait."

"Thank you," Pam smiled quietly, a warmth spreading from her stomach up into her chest. The rest of the world could wait, but in the meantime, what a relief it was to finally know herself.

/

Bruce started down the lake house's long and winding driveway, frowning when he spotted an old Ford truck parked in the spot nearest the boat shed. No one he knew drove a truck like that, except for…

"Is this it? Are we here?" Harley asked, rousing Dick from his nap.

"Clark?" Bruce laughed as the Ford's driver side door popped open, his friend stepping out into the ankle-deep snow, a fur-lined aviator cap pulled down tight over his ears. He gave an enthusiastic wave, grinning as Bruce parked beside him. "Clark, how did you—,"

"Selina invited us," Clark told him, wrapping Bruce in a firm hug once they'd all climbed out of Dick's G-Class.

"Did you take the long way up here?"

Bruce turned at the sound of an unfamiliar female voice, though he immediately recognized it's owner from all the pictures on Clark's poorly-maintained Instagram.

"I'm Lois and the pleasure's all yours," she introduced herself, prompting a laugh from Harley. "We've been sitting in the truck for 30 minutes, would a hide-a-key be the absolute end of the world?"

"Lois, this is Bruce and Diana and Dick," Clark changed the subject.

"And I'm Harley," the blonde grinned. "Have you met Selina, Lois? I think you guys are really gonna get along."