To Guest: If I want a fucking man-splainer, I'll ask for one. We understand each other? Good.
On with the story.

I feel myself being nudged and it wakes me up. "What did I do? Oh, God, don't hurt me please."

"Hey, calm down, it's just me, Jay-Todd, remember?"

I nod.

"Kay, good, I was thinking you could meet the others today."

I flip over the couch then curl into a ball and shake while whispering no over and over.

I hear soft footsteps then feel Jason gently tapping my right shoulder. "Hey, Nyx, it'll be okay."

I get up quickly then glare at him. "How the fuck can you say that? I was okay with you because you kinda make me think of myself but..." I felt tears coming so I angrily wipe my eyes then find myself whispering that I don't know if I feel ready.

He smiles. "You're tough. I know you can be ready."

I rake my fingers through my hair. "Kay, just let me change my shirt."

I open then rummage through my pack, grab my Into the Wild Life T-shirt, it's for Halestorm because Lzzy is just so fucking awesome and come back a few minutes later wearing it with my hoodie of course.

He laughs. Okay, let's go."

I hear him say on the way to where we're going that he can hardly wait to see the fucking look on Bruce's face.

When we arrive, my eyes widen. "Holy fucking shit, this place is huge!"

It feels ostentatious and kinda imposing. What the fuck have I got myself into?

As soon as I'm shown in, some guy shows up. "Master Jason! What a surprise. I see you've brought a guest as well."

Master Jason?

"The name is Phoenix, Jeeves."

He smiles. "Right this way, Miss Phoenix. Masters Bruce and Dick will be charmed to meet you."

I snicker at the name Dick and soon find myself in what must be the living room.

The two guys in it look at me. The shorter one seems nice but the seriousness in the taller one's ice blue eyes is fucking unnerving.

Shit, I just said that out loud.

The shorter one laughs. "I'm Dick and I like you already, Firecracker."

I scuff with my right foot. "The name's Phoenix, actually, but, hey, since Jason calls me Nyx, I'm cool with you calling me Firecracker. It's a hell of a lot better than Fifi."

Bruce raises one eyebrow. "Where did you get that potty mouth?"

I roll my eyes. "Well, to slightly paraphrase Lewis Black, I come from a place where fuck isn't even a word, it's a comma."

Dick squeals. "Ooh, my new little sister comes from New York!"

I scowl. "Brooklyn! I'm from Brooklyn, the county of kings, you fucking squealy mook!"

Jeeves comes in. "Like Betty Smith's Tree, miss?"

I smile. "Yeah, but it sure as hell isn't Francie's Brooklyn anymore. Williamsburg's got a whole lotta Jews, Jeeves."

His brown eyes seem to get warmer. "I'm Alfred. Welcome to Wayne Manor, miss."

I hesitantly thank him while saying I like his accent. Well, I kinda mumbled the last bit, actually, while my stomach growled really fucking loud.

I blush and scuff the floor, hearing the Pierces in my head say "You can wait until lunch, you stupid fucking brat."

Dick smiles warmly. "It's okay to be hungry, Firecracker."

Alfred leaves the room.

"What did I do?"

Bruce chuckles. "He's probably getting snacks. It feels like a moral obligation for him."

Oh.

I hum I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here from Annie.

By the time I've finished, I hear Alfred calling me.

What? I have good hearing, I already established that with you. Sure as hell was a help when I was with the Pierces.

Mmm.

I smell something good.

Bacon.

I follow my nose.

"How would you like your eggs, miss?"

"Scrambled with cheese and mushrooms, please."

What did I do, indeed.

Soon, I'm wolfing down eggs, bacon and buttered toast feeling way too hungry to care what everybody's thinking. I finish by chugging a glass of pulp free orange juice, slamming it down, then burping like a trucker.

Jason whistles. "Daaamn."

I wipe my mouth on my right arm and grin, wide and toothy, until I realize it made said sleeve slide up. "Fucking shit!"

I rush to cover my bruises but I can tell by the look on Dick's face that he has already seen them.

I nervously do the first thing that pops into my head. Port back to the living room.

I hear a whistle that I'm guessing came from Dick, a grunt I'm sure came from Bruce and a "my word" that had to come from Alfred.

What am I doing now, you may ask?

Shaking in a ball behind the couch because I showed my powers like a bad girl. Like the fucking waste of space I'm told I am. That I secretly fear I'll always be.

I hear footsteps then slowly look up and am met by a grinning Dick. "Cool, Firecracker! What else can you do?"

Guess it's time for a power show-and-tell.