Chapter 5: Dinner with the Waynes'

Like She was told, she met Damian outside of the front doors at the end of the day. He came running up, barley panting.

"Sorry, Travis kept talking."

"You twoare polar opposites, how the hell are you friends?" She asked, tappingher feet on the ground.

"I don't even know. He just wedged himself in one day and that was it." She nodded.

"Has he been to your place before?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Your the first person."

A car pulled up, and a butler got out, greeting Damian. "Master Damian." He was British. Way to make a girl feel even worse about herself.

"Alfred." Damian nodded, handing him his bag and taking Jesslys, giving it to the butler. "We have a guest tonight."

Alfred's eyes widened at the sight of Jessly. And then he smiled. "I see, Master Damian. Who might this be?" He asked.

"Jessly Quinn. Pleasure to meet you." She smiled at Alfred, shaking his hand and entering the car behind Damian.

The ride was silent, but she caught Alfred giving her glances through the mirror. Gates opened, and then they were in front of the Manor.

Alfred opened her door and she stepped out, completely awed. She could have this house, withall the money they had, but her dad goes and blows it, not even buying food.

Don't get her wrong. Sheloved her family and their crazy ways and all the fun they had during the nights when they would steal and what not.

Damian stood beside her. "Let's not dabble, follow me. Pennyworth, tell father that we have company. I'm sure he will quite surprised."

Damian lead her into the house, but stopped in the front hall and rubbedhis brow. She realized he did that a lot, and wondered what a fifteen year old boy could be so distraught about.

"Grayson, stophiding and just come out here." He said, and a moment later an older boy came out behind a corner.

"It's not just me! Jason and Tim are here too." Two other boys came out. She realized they must be his brothers- adopted brothers. But you could hardly tell they were adopted; they all had black hair- exceptJason who had a white streak- and each
had blue or green eyes.

"Now who's this? You've never brought a girl home before..."

Jessly smiled and introduced herself again. "Jessly Quinn. I go to school with Damian."

The oldest, smiled back. "I'm Dick, that's Jason, and that ones Tim." He pointed to eachbrother.

She said a quick hello before turning to ask Damian something. But she was interrupted by a man on the phone, looking stressed by the phone call.

Mr. Wayne. She thought. The resemblance was uncanny, and the only different thing was the eye colour.

Mr. Wayne stopped talking once he spotted his family and the girl, said a harsh goodbye to whoever it was and shut off the phone.

Jessly shifted her footing again, studying the man. Bruce studied the girl before him. "Bruce Wayne." She shook his hand.

"Jessly Quinn."

The brothers and Alfred exchanged glances as Jessly and Beuce continued to study each other, trying to find what was so fimiliar about each other.

"I go to school with Damian, Mr. Wayne." She said, taking herhand back to her side.

He looked at his youngest son. "I wasn't aware you had other friends than Travis."

Damian shrugged half-heartedly. "Travis and I are barely friends, father. And it shouldn't be a surprise that I have other friends, I am an excellent child." She snorted, everyone's attention diverted to her again.

"Such and excellent child because you are capable of making a friend. Might I remind you, Damian, that I introduced myself first." Somewhere Jason was holding in his laughter, and Tim looked amused. Dick was already teasing his youngest brother.
Even Bruce looks amused.

"Well Jessly, I hope you will bejoining us for dinner. I would love to get to know my sonsfriend."

"I wouldn't think about it any other way."


Dinner went on smoothly. They joked around and had a good laugh.

When dinner was overand they went to retire to the family room, Jessly had to stretch.

She sat onthe ground, ignoring everyone's look ofcuriosity, and puther hands behind her head before pushing up into a bridge.

Her spine popped and she let out a relived sigh. She pushed her legs back behind her until they were onthe floor and she could stand again.

"What?" She asked, twisting her torso a little.

"Dickie, can't you do something like that?" Jason asked. Dick nodded and did the same thing but with a back flip, landing onhis feet look a gracefully bird.

Jessly quirked a brow up and smirked. "It's on Grayson."


Damian watched as his oldest brother and friend do different tricks and flips in Dicks training studio.

It had became a flip-off of sorts, and it was amazing to watch both acrobats do different tricks.

Dick pulled out a triple back flip, cartwheel, spin flip and summer-salt and landed in a pose that was to Dick for his owngood. Damian was sure Jessly was done.

Jessly cracked her toes and ankles before walking to back ofthe mat ground. She shook out her hands and breathsin. From dinner to now she had certainly changed; her hair was up in a pony-tail, her skirt was taken off to show her dance shorts
on and her wool overlay polo top was the only thing on, the white button up gone.

She started a run, flipping in her hands, going from a flip right into a cartwheel and summer-salting twice before pushing herself back into a spinning flip. Shelanded the flip but kept going, running up the wall and back flipping, landed gracefully
onher feet.

Damian couldn't believe his eyes; someone had out acrobattedDick Grayson. Everyone started to clap, impressed by her.

She walked over, Dick in tow, panting and hands on her hips as she smiled, congratulatingDick.

Suddenly her phone beeped. She picked it up, pushing her hair from her face. Her eyes widened and she looked over at everyone.

"I have to go. Thank you for dinner, Mr. Wayne, Alfred. It was nice meeting everyone! See you at school Damian!" She yelled, running from the room.

Damian had stood, looking rather confused. "What was that about?" Tim asked, filling the silence. Damian shook his head.

"I don't know."