Kenya couldn't come to the manor for a few weeks, but we didn't let that discourage us from tricking out a room for her, and getting the paperwork done. There was just one huge question, who would adopt her? Dick was a flat out no, he was more of a big brother than a Dad. Alfred already had enough kids, Damian and I where to young, that only left my parents. "Come on Dad, it's not like you'd be raising her alone." I begged.

He groaned, "I already have one kid, and one kid is enough."

I gave him the batglare, "One kid who's going to get veeeeeeeeery difficult about everything if you don't sign the -censored- paper!"

Mom glared at me, "Watch your language."

"Sorry Mom." I mumbled, and turned back to Dad.

He groaned, "Fine!" He scratched his name onto the paper hastily.

I took the paper happily, "Thanks Dad!"

Alfred appeared out of no where, "Shall I prepare a room Master Jason?"

"She can't leve the hospital for almost a month Alfred, no need to rush." Dad said, "But if you really want to, you can."

Alfred nodded, and walked off to who knows where.

I turned to Damian, "How does he do that?"

Damian shrugged, "Don't know."

I let it go, and walked off to mail the papers to the foster care system. We weren't becoming a foster family though, we were adopting.

I went to visit Kenya almost every day, and always made sure the necklass was hiden under my shirt, it really scared her. I don't blame her, I wouldn't want to see the thing that almost killed me either. Everytime I saw a crow bar, I just flinched. I didn't want to admit it, but I had a small phobia about crow bars. I had tried to pick one up once, but before I touched it, I just yanked my hand back, and took a few steps back automatically. It was pathetic really, but it was true. God help me when Damian found out. I could here the ridicule now.

Kenya was estatic when I told her about us adopting her. She started calling me her sister, I didn't mind, I liked it actually. She started hugging me all the time, as soon as I walked into her room, and right before I walked out. My ribs were still sore, and the hugs hurt a little, but I suffered through it, not wanting to hurt her feelings by pushing her away.

After I visited Kenya that day, I went to the manor, and found Dick and Dad talking to a boy a few years older than me with black hair and blue eyes. He turned around, and smiled at me. "Hi."

I raised an eyebrow, "Who the -censored- are you?"

Dad cleared his throat. "Sorry." I mumbled.

The guy laughed, "She is your kid Jason. My names Tim, Tim Wayne."

"Oh." I said, "Dick told me about you, your Red Robin." Tim's name used to be TIm Drake, but he took Bruce's lastname when he adopted him.

He nodded, "Yep, and your Black Hood."

I wasn't surprised that he had figured it out, or someone had told him. After all, they said that this guy was supposed to be capable of being Bruce's equal. "Yep."

"They told me you can shoot the eye out of a flying bird twentey feet away." he said.

I smirked, "Well, I don't wanna brag- OK yes I do, I can shoot that, and more."

"Impressive." He said, and turned back to Dick, "So thanks again for letting me live here again Dick."

"Shh!" I said quickly, "Don't let Damian hear you! He's ticked enough about my parents staying here, he might just smother you in your sleep."

Tim raised an eyebrow, "What about you?"

"Oh, he won't kill me, because then he'll have o one to play video games with." I said, "And if he smothers my parents, then he know's I'll stop playing video games with him, his hands are tied."

Tim smirked, and Dick said, "Well, since you know Damian so well, how about you break the news to him that Tim's gonna be living here."

My face fell, "Aw man! Why do I have to do it?"

Dick smirked, "Consider this your punishment for running over the mailbox and driving illegally."

Dad shrugged, "Hey, don't look at me, I didn't rat you out."

I grimaced, "I'm the one who told him Dad."

Dick glared at Dad, "You knew they took my Ferrari for McDonalds?"

Dad smirked, "It wasn't your Ferrari."

"Dad!" I shouted.

I took off down the hall to the living room, where Damian was setting up his game system, "Right on time Justin, I just got a new one."

He finished hooking it up, and I took a controller. I went easy on Damian, letting him beat me, and just as the screen lit up saying "Winner!" I said quickly, "By the way Damian Tim's moving in with us."

I jumped up, and ran down the hall, and heard Damain yelling, and cursing loudly.

LATER THAT WEEK:

Damain was getting near impossible to be around, but only when Tim was at the mansion. When he was out on patrol, or at work or whatever, Damian was back to his normal, evil, gloating, ten year oldself.

Tim was OK in my book, he was like an older brother that picked on you about this that and the other. Then, there was Stephanie. She was the current Batgirl, and Tim's exgirlfriend. It could get pretty awkward with those two, expecially when they were both in the same room. So, to escape the awkwardness, I asked Damian if he wanted to go see a movie.

"Sure, who's driving us?" He asked.

"Me."

"You don't have a licence." He objected.

"Who cares?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him, "Not like anyone will tell, right?"

He smirked, "Go by yourself, I'm in enough trouble from being affiliated with you when you drove over the mailbox."

"You were the one driving!" I protested, and then a sly smile crossed my face, "However, Dick doesn't know that."

He narrowed his eyes, "Oh, blackmail. Well played, what do you want?"

"You keep your mouth shut about me going to the movies, you fail to do so, and not only will I rat you out for driving the car, I'll tell him which car it was." I said, crossing my arms.

He glared at me, "Fine, but for my trouble, I'm coming with you, I should at least ge a movie out of this, and not Mr. Poppers penguins."

"That's the only movie your old enough to see." I said, smirking.

He growled, and I laughed, "Forget it Damian, we'll see The Hangover 2, OK?"

"Not even your old enough to see that." He protested.

I rolled my eyes, "You won't see anything else."

"Fine, but if we're caught, let the record show your the master mind." He said, walking past me and out the door to the garage.

"Yeah," I agreed, hopping into the drivers seat, "Your just a hired thug, or hench men, take your pick."

"I prefer Hench Men, it's much more professional." He said.

LATER THAT NIGHT:

By the time me and Damian snuck home, Dick was still at work, and Mom and Dad were to preoccupied with each other to notice we had been gone. We really thought we were in the clear, until Tim stepped out into the hallway, a sly smirk on his face, "Well well, well, where ever have you two been?"

"Park." I said, same time Damian said, "Art museum."

We looked at each other, and then back to Tim, "Please don't tell on us." I begged.

He smirked, "What's in it for me?"

"Give us two days to come up with something." I offered.

"Fine, two days only." He said, sealing the deal.

He walked out of the room, and I turned to Damian, "Any ideas?"

He rolled his eyes, "I don't care, remember, your the master mind." He said, walking out of the room as well.

"Damian, your such a -censoured-!" I shouted, ticked beyong belief.

"Watch your mouth!" Shouted my Mom from several room away. Man, if I didn't kick my cursing habit, I was gonna get in a world of trouble.

Man, Justin better stop cursing or she's gonna get into a whole world of trouble! *Spoiler alert*

Justin: Wait... what do you mean trouble?

Me: See you all next time, same Hood TIme, same Hood Channel!

Justin: I will shoot you.

Me: No! BANG!

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