Ok so first let me grovel and beg for forgiveness becuase I haven't updated in so long. Sorry about that, I truely am. Please let me explain. These aliens abducted me and...haha just kidding. No I am just getting a RIDICULOUS amount of homework lately so I haven't really had time to think about something SO not important and writing fanfictions. OMIGOD I"M KIDDING DON"T MUDER ME. Anywho, I suddenly have found that I have some free time so here is another chapter of Batsitting. I know it's a little short, but hey, beggers can't be choosers.

Love ya'll with all my heart,

--Bowlingforshrimp

ps, as well as not mudering me, I'd like it also if you didn't murder me. Cheers.

Mitchell Roberts slowly maneuvered his blubber over to our table, glaring down at James. I glanced at Ranger. Our eyes met, and he shook his head ever so slightly. I guess he wanted to see what James would do.

"You aiming to get another beating, Manoso?" Mitchell Roberts snarled at James, little drops of spittle flying out of his mouth when he pronounced "so".

James narrowed his eyes. "If you could call it that, than yeah, I guess I am."

Mitchell Roberts raised his fist but James lunged at him. He caught him chest-level and Mitchell Roberts staggered backwards, tripping over a chair and falling flat on his back. There was scuffle with a lot of yelling courtesy of the kid behind the counter, a lot of scoffing courtesy of other parents in the room, and a lot of laughing, courtesy of Jazz. James was doing pretty good for a kid his size and the fact the Mitchell was about three times bigger. The instant it looked like the tables were turning Ranger interrupted the scrap and hauled James up by the back of his shirt.

The only sound in the building was the little bell on the door ringing as Mitchell fled the building. Everyone was staring at James and Ranger. Parents were whispering to each other, probably wondering how Ranger could bring up such an ill-mannered child. Jazz was still giggling, head down on her arms, and Erin just looked appalled. Felix wasn't paying attention; he was lost in a world that only consisted of ice cream.

Ranger gathered everyone together, gave the kid behind the counter a twenty for the trouble, and ushered us out the door.

We all walked in silence, Ranger in the rear with James. About a block away from the house he stopped, crossed his arms over his chest, and narrowed his eyes down at his nephew. James stared at the ground, shuffling his feet and mumbling apologies.

"What the hell was that?" Ranger asked James.

"I was just getting revenge," said James.

"For what?"

"For that 'beating' Mitch gave me at school last week. It wasn't really a beating though, he just shoved me against the lockers."

"Why didn't you tell anyone about it? Why didn't you go to a teacher or the principle?"

James looked up at Ranger in utter disbelief. "Are you kidding me? Not only would that mean death on my part, but that would be totally wimpy."

The corner of Ranger's mouth twitched. "Fine. But at least let me show you how to punch correctly."

James grinned at him and we continued our walk home.

The instant we arrived at the house, Erin dragged Felix up the stairs. I guess she wasn't feeling to sociable. Jazz and James sat down in front of the TV to play video games, and Ranger and I retreated to the kitchen.

"Jeez," I said to him, "I thought you were going to go on a rampage because James got into a fight."

Ranger smiled. "I'll let his mother go on a rampage. It wouldn't be right to get mad at him; I was exactly the same when I was a kid."

"You got into fights with overweight eighth graders?"

Ranger nodded. "Thought I could beat anyone. Challenged all the boys in my class to a fight."

"Did you win every single one?" I asked.

Ranger grinned at me. "Yeah but then a girl challenged me and beat me into the ground."

I laughed so hard I almost fell over. Ranger got beat by a girl. "How old were you?" I asked.

"James's age. Ten or eleven. She was pretty tough for a girl. At first I was afraid to hit her because Celia always told me to never hit a girl but she told me not to go easy on her, so I didn't."

"Omigod. You got beat by a girl."

"I know. I was so ashamed I didn't go to school for a week after that," Ranger said, shaking his head.

"What happened after that?" I asked.

"We stayed friends all through high school. We lost touch when Tank and I joined the army but when we came back she married Tank."

"Tank is married?" Omigod. Tank is married? "Does he have any kids?"

Ranger nodded. "Three."

Wow. This was turning into a productive night. I've learned more about Ranger in three hours than I have in the four years that I've known him.

"Wow. I can't imagine Tank as a husband," I said, "or a dad," Come to think of it, I can't really imagine Tank as an anything.

"He's pretty strict. His oldest daughter is thirteen and she's not allowed to date until she's sixteen," said Ranger, leaning back against the counter

"I bet she takes that well," I said.

The corners of Ranger's mouth twitched up. "You should hear their fights. They rival the ones you have with Morelli."

Yikes.