I glared at the person infront of me as I tried to get my mind off of the horrible taste in my mouth. He met my gaze with confidence, not flinching like most did. He crossed his arms when I didn't look away, his gaze not shifting. I hated this, but I knew I deserved it, though I would never admit it out loud. I heard chuckles and snickers from the hallway, two people were standing at the doorway, trying to peak in at the sight. One of them was at least trying to cover up his laughter, the other one, not so much.

"Just a few more minutes." Dick said, his gaze not shifting. I groaned internally, the taste of the bar of soap in my mouth was getting harder and harder to ignore, and I felt some of the soapy saliva slide down my throat, haveing the slightest burn to it. I should have been more careful with my language. I shouldn't have cursed like that, at least not infront of Dick! Damian didn't matter, Tim probably would have just given me a warning glare, Alfred might have bopped me on the head with a newspaper, but Dick, no, Dick makes me sit on the bathroom counter with soap in my mouth for half an hour. Don't pity me, it actually sounds a lot worse than it is.

Mom and Dad were gone for several days on Red Hood and Blue Jay buisness, so that meant Dick was incharge of me. You can go ahead an pity me now. Finally, Dick grabbed the end of the soap, and pulled it out. "Now, where did you hear that word?"

OK, I had heard that word from my Dad at least five times a day, but was I about to rat him out? No. So, I did what every fifteen year old would do in this situation. Blame her little brother. "Damian."

There was a surprised Gasp from outside the door, and two steps where taken, before Dick's arm shot outside the door, and dragged the protesting young boy in. "She's lying! I never said that, not infront of her at least!"

Damian couldn't lie, he had a mouth even worse than mine, but he was right, although I had no doubt he had said that word before, he had never said it infront of me. Dick shoved him on the counter about two feet away from me, and put the bar of soap in his mouth now. Dick turned to me, "You can rinse your mouth out and leave now."

I nodded quickly, rinsed my mouth, while shooting smug looks at Damian, and then ran out of there, passing Tim in the hallway who was trying very hard to hold back his laughter. I groaned as I entered the kitchen, and grabbed a cup, filling it with milk, and chugging it down, desperatly trying to get the taste of Olay soap from my mouth.

I heard a chuckle behind me, and saw Alfred, who started washing the dishes, "Trust me Miss Justine, the first time is always the worst."

"Trust me Alfred, there isn't gonna be a second time." I moaned, finishing off the milk.

I ran my tongue over the back of my teeth, trying to see if there was any soap caked to them. I grimaced when I found some, and said, "I think I'm gonna go wash my teeth Alfred."

"Very well Miss Justine." He said, and returned to dish washing.

I walked out of the kitchen, and to my bathroom, and brushed my teeth thoroughly. I started thinking how to make sure Tim didn't rat me and Damian out, until I hatched the most diabolical plan.

I smirked, walking down the hallway to the bathroom, and found Dick scolding Damian while he washed his mouth out. Dick left the bathroom, and I timidly approached, "Hey Damian."

I ducked quickly as a soap dish was chucked at my head. It hit the wall, shattering and leaving a good sized dent. "Easy Damian, I found out how to get Tim not to spill!"

Damian glared so hard, I thought his eyes would pop out, "I hate you." He ground out.

No you don't, you love me so much you don't like sharing me. "Listen, it involves humiliating Tim very badly infront of his Ex girlfriend."

Damain stood still for a very long time, debating in his head what to do, finally he said, "What do you need me to do?"

I smirked, "Here's the plan."

LATER THAT DAY, TIM'S POINT OF VEIW:

I turned off the hot water, and sighed, reaching for the towel. My hand grasped something lacey, and soft. I poked my head out of the shower. "Oh no." I groaned.

I quickly checked around the bathroom, there was nothing else to wear... I was gonna have to put it on, and sneak to my bedroom very quietly. I slipped into the white lacy wedding dress, and tip toed down the hall.

Halfway to my room, I saw a flash of light, and I spun around to see Justin holding her cell phone, smirking.

"Justin!" I shouted, running at her, trying to grab the cell phone. She took off down the hall, to the main staircase, and jumped over it, landing on the ground expertley, where Damian was waiting. I jumped down to, and glared at them, "Hand it over. NOW!"

Justin held up the phone, "One more move, and I send the picture to Stephanie."

I ground my teeth, glaring at her, she remained unfased. I took a deep breath, "What do you want?"

"Simple." She said, "I already sent the picture to Damian, if you tell anyone that me and Damain snuck out, we send the picture to everyone including Stephanie."

I frowned, she just like Jason, to good with black mail. "Fine."

"And just so you know, our phones, yeah you'll never be able to guess the password on either, so hacking them, it's impossible." Damian said, arms crossed.

Justin pressed a few buttons on hers, "I just sent the picture to our laptops as well, also impossible to hack, even for you Tim."

I balled up my hands into fists, "I get it."

Damain smirked, knowing they had won, "Good, let's go." Him and Justin exited the room, and it took all that I had not to tackle them and smash their phones.

HAHAHAHAHA! TIM DRAKE WORE A WEDDING DRESS! OK, that's out of my system. Justin had to get soap in her mouth... yeah, for those of you who don't know, it's a LOT worse than it sounds, trust me.