A/N: This is your spoiler warning. I just got the new Robin (134) and Batgirl (60), and since it didn't really screw up anything I was working on here, I decided to add them in here. So, if you haven't read those and you care about being spoiled, do NOT read this chapter until you do! As far as the timeline goes: Assume that Robin and Batgirl just took place right before Chapter 1. Cause it mostly fits with the story.

Huge thanks to my reviewers! You all are the greatest! Especially ghostninja85—there's something in here for you. :)

A/N 2: Sorry about the long wait, RL has been crazy and Cassandra would NOT behave.

Chapter 4:

I wake up on Tim's couch again. We read The Lorax and the Butter Battle book, and watched part of a movie on…television. I push the blanket off and sit up to find a cup of tea being held over my shoulder. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Tim says.

"Good morning," I say, taking my tea, and he smiles.

"What's on your agenda for today?" he asks.

"Agenda?"

He laughs as he cuts up a banana for his cereal. I get up and sneak a piece from the bowl before he can stop me. "I meant what were your plans for the day."

"Oh," I say, taking a drink of my tea before taking another banana piece from his cereal. "Alfred is taking me to shop for furniture."

"Your new place, I forgot," Tim says. "I'll have to come over and see it. Is it nice?"

"I love it," I say, taking another sip of my tea. "What's on your…agenda?"

He laughs again, and I watch him. Robin finds a lot of things…funny, but he's moving…differently. Like he's trying to…forget something. Or to push something off. "School's out for the day—something about a water main breaking. So I thought I'd go see Dana and run into Gotham. And I've got AP Chemistry homework too. I may not be back for patrol."

"I can handle it," I say. "Are you okay?"

He sighs and leans his hands against the…counter. "No."

I put down my tea. "What's wrong?"

"Remember when I went to Gotham last week?" he says softly. "They read my father's will."

"Oh," I say, leaning back against the counter. "What happened?"

"Bruce offered to adopt me last week," he says softly. "Officially. But my dad's will says that I have an uncle I've never heard of and that Bruce can't find."

"Aren't you happy?" I say. "You still have relatives."

"Yes and no," he says. "Sure, I'm glad I'm not the only Drake left. But I don't understand why I was left to some uncle I've never known and not to Dana. I mean, did Dad not trust her with me or something?"

He's getting angry now. I see it in his back, his arms. And then it all suddenly lets go, and the grief comes back and he's not trying to push it off anymore.

Words don't help. I don't know what to say. Words can't make this better. So I put my arms around him and lay my cheek against his back and hold on to him.

He covers my hands with one of his and takes a deep breath before turning around. "Thanks. I'm sorry I dumped all that on you."

"It's okay," I say, letting go of him.

He moves back to his cereal, and I steal another piece of the banana. He finally gives up and just gives me the rest.

-

Tim drops me off at the restaurant Alfred and I like to eat at before Alfred takes me shopping for new furniture. He waves at Alfred before taking off. "Miss Cassandra. I trust you are well this morning."

"I'm good," I say as we walk across the street.

"And Master Timothy?"

Sometimes, I don't know what to say. But Alfred can read movement a little and I shrug. "Ah. Of course. He is on his way to Gotham?"

I nod, and Alfred knows. Alfred knows everything, I think. Batman and Oracle are smart…they can figure things out. But Alfred knows what's…important.

Alfred knows that white couches are not good for living rooms. He says they attack…attract dirt. I don't like anything else in the shop, so we walk around some more.

I see a shop and Alfred and I go in.

Alfred helps me move my new furniture in and we push the new couch into place. I got a coffee table and two end tables and two lamps that don't match and a bookshelf. I flop down on my couch. "I love it."

Alfred looks down at the couch. "Well, now that it has properly been deodorized, I should hope so." I don't know what that word deodorized means. I'll have to ask Tim.

We finish, and Alfred dusts his hands. "Well, Miss Cassandra, I should return to Gotham. You are satisfied with your furnishings?"

"Yes," I say, getting up and giving Alfred a hug. "Thank you."

He smiles. "You are most welcome, Miss Cassandra."

He leaves and I sit back down on my couch and prop my feet up on the coffee table. Not quite right. I move the coffee table back a little, and put my feet back up. Perfect.

I find my Dr. Seuss books and put them on the bookshelf…neatly, like Tim's. They look nice.

It gets dark early now—which means I can start work early.

-

I prowl by Penguin's house. I've made two patrols now, mine and Robin's. But it's still too early to go in, and I want to know what Penguin is doing.

I'm careful—I'm not here to fight tonight. Penguin has put more…security around his house, but I see them. They can't see me.

There's a window in the roof of Penguin's office, and I can see in. Penguin is talking on the phone, but I can't see his mouth and I can't hear what's going on. I'll have to ask Tim about that too—I need to be able to hear.

Penguin is upset about something. He's walking around waving his arms. I think it's about us. Then he stops waving his arm and gets serious.

I get around on the other side of the window to see more. He looks…satisfied. Like he's settled something.

He turns around and I can see his face, and I understand. He's sending someone else after us. I wish I knew who.

I have to get one of those things that lets me listen in.

"Get up!" a voice says.

"Get down," I say back, and with two moves, he's unconscious. Penguin should hire some more help.

Well, I suppose he has now.

The moon is up in the sky now, and the clouds are clearing, and I leave. One more turn around the city, and I'm going home.