Disclaimer : Yup, Mhm, I'm Janet Evanovich, Hear Me Roar! You know the drill.. none of this 'cept the random people are mine, and i'd be willing to trade you them for a bag of cookies.

Um, thanks toeveryone who has reviewed and is keeping up with the story.. Bowlingforshrimp, Cokkii, wanttowrite, Hunnybunch, Jess.. Thank yaz! And, thanks to AznBeez for the whole Bat-Talk idea.. and in this story, Steph is only a "friend". Although, if I was a guy, and the chick I slept with gave me poison ivy and caused me to be embarrassed like the poor torture Ranger is going through in my fic, I think I'd have to pull a Tank and throw her out the window. But then, that's just me.

Uhhh.. still open to any ideas.. I wrote the rough draft to this chapter while I was at school, so it's probably loaded full of mistakes.. but ah well. Here ya goooo..

"Okay, let's see here," Carla muttered, flipping through the pages. She finally stopped at one, and I my jaw dropped.

Batman was a baby.

A small baby, still in the hospital. He had a headful of hair, and the cutest little cheeks ever!

Tia grinned at my expression, and turned the page.

I swear, I might have fallen off the bed laughing if Carla weren't there to hold me up.

Ranger -- big, bad, Batman Ranger -- was sitting in a chair, a baby in his lap. Ranger was about five years old, and the baby was obviously a newborn.

"Thazzme," Tia laughed, pointing at the baby.

"Tia was always Ricky's favorite," Carla piped up. "I didn't care for her, but she's always had Ric wrapped around her little finger."

Tia burst out laughing, her dark curls flying everywhere. "That's not true," she said.

Carla rolled her eyes at her sister. "It is," she retorted. "The day Tia got her driver's license, Ricky had a brand new Porsche waiting for her. The day she turned eighteen, he gave her a thousand dollars in cash to spend on anything she damn well pleased. The day Tia made her first freakin' soccer goal, Ricky all but had her name put in the freakin' paper."

Holy shit.

Ranger -- big bad boy Ranger -- was whipped.

With a capital freakin W.

Thank God for blackmail.

"Not true!" Tia exlaimed, her eyes bright from laughter. "The Porsche was a birthday present, not a driver's license present, and the thousand dollars was for college. And Carla, sweetie, I don't play soccer."

I sat there, watching them playfully argue, and couldn't help but wonder what Ranger was really like when I wasn't around him.

"Hey," I said suddenly, an idea coming to my head, "You don't happen to have any home-videos do you?"

Carla looked at Tia.

Tia looked at me.

I looked at Carla.

We all three beamed.

"To the VCR!" Tia exlaimed.

We ran back down stairs and met up with the guys in the living room.

"No," Ranger said, in a voice that sounded almost like desperation. "No videos."

I grinned. Ranger was scared I was going to find out he wasn't a macho man.

It was hilarious.

"Yup," said Carla defiantly. "Videos."

Ranger -- my big, strong, calm Ranger -- groaned loudly. "Shoot me," he murmered to himself.

Ha. Haha.

Payback time, bitches.

Diego made a gun with his fingers and said, "Pow." Then, grinning, he turned to me.

"So, Stephanie," he said gleefully, "We have the video of Ricky's third Christmas, or the video of Ricky's eighth birthday party, or the video of Ricky's first ride on a horse-"

"A horse?"

I couldn't picture it.

Ranger, on a horse.

It made me fall down onto the couch in laughter.

Diego plopped down beside me. "The horsey it is, then," he laughed. Tia took the video from him and slid it into the VCR. A few minutes later, a nine-year-old Diego appeared on the screen.

"Hola!" he hollared into the camera. Whoever was holding the camera obviously cringed, which made Diego laugh harder. In the background, a toddler -- Tia? -- and a ten year old Carla were walking around. The camera swung around and, right in front of the view, stood a HUGE ASS horse.

I mean, a huge horse, not a horse with a big ass..

"Come on," called out young-Diego. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a horse, Ricky."

Then, seven-year-old Ranger, dressed in blue jeans and a cowboy shirt, outfit complete with chaps, came into view. He was being held on the shoulders of a tall, muscular man who looked a lot like Diego did now.

I looked over at Ranger, to see how he was taking all this.

I mean, after all, his Batman reputation was officially ruined now.

Nothing he tried to do would make me scared of him like I had been.

His biggest weapon went poof.

Capow. Boom.

It made me laugh.

Ranger had his head in his hands, rubbing his temples, similiar to how he had been at dinner. He looked up to see me staring at him, and he gave me a pointed, rather tortured look.

I giggled and gave him a little finger wave, then turned back to the TV.

By now, Ranger was mounted on the horse, along with the bigger-version-of-Diego.

"Our father," Diego whispered into my ear. Great. Superman has ESP as well.

Diego grinned at me, put his arm on the back of the couch, and turned his head back to the video.

"Giddy up," Young-Ranger hollered, only, have you ever heard a seven year old holler? I laughed at his cute voice.

Wait a minute.

I just thought of Ranger as "cute".

What the hell is this world coming to?

While I was laughing and pondering the world's fate, I felt eyes on me. I turned my head and saw Tony staring at me. Our eyes locked, and suddenly I realized that I couldn't move. I struggled to pull my eyes away, but the connection did not break until, with a slightly upturned smile, Tony looked away.

Well then. That was a little weird.

Batman, Superman, and Darth Vader are brothers.

Beside me, Diego snorted. "Batman, Superman, and Darth Vader?" he asked, laughing. The others turned to us with curious eyes.

Dammit.

I hate it when I think out loud.

"Um.."

I gave Ranger a look saying "Help!"

He smirked.

"Why don't you explain to them, Babe?"

Damn him and his Cuban sex-godness.

"Uh.."

Great. The Bat Family all stared at me, waiting on an explanation.

I was royally screwed.

Mmkie dokie, You know the drill..

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