After about two days of having a broken chandelier in the room, Jason actually called a maid to come clean it all up. After the job was done, she was paid, and she went home, mumbling about a house full of kids with no parents. My father was an adult, and he took care of us just as good as any parent. Well... he makes good sandwiches at least.

Tim came back that after noon, thankfully the chandelier mess was gone, but the first thing he asked was, "What happened to the chandelier?"

"Damian did it." Me and Dad chorused.

"Tt, did not! Todd over the did it." He protested.

Tim looked uncertainly from me to Damian, and then looked down at Kenya, and stared at her intently, "Kenya, what happened?"

She was silent for awhile, and Tim's stare turned into a glare and she started fidgeting. Finally, she shouted, "Justin hit Damian with a skate board, and jumped onto the chandelier to get away from him, but then he jumped on after her, and she let go but landed OK, but when Damian let go, she pushed the skate board under him, and he flipped onto his head, and then Daddy came in, and the chandelier broke, and last night I ate the last chocolate chip cookie! I'm sorry Tim!" She shouted quickly.

Tim glared at me and Damian, and said, "Don't worry, I understand perfectly."

I smiled, thinking I was in the clear. "Your all alone, no adults around so you think you can run wild." He snapped, "Well you can't!"

I flinched, and Damian crossed his arms. "I'm here now, and so I'm now in charge."

"Uhh, yeah, I'm older Timmy, I'm in charge." Dad said, crossing his arms and smirking.

"Age doesn't mean a thing, maturity does, and that's something you don't have." Tim said.

Damian snorted, "Drake, take a hike, Jason's your older brother, suck it up and go to your room to cry already."

My eyes widened. That's the first time I had ever heard him referring to the former Robin's as brothers. He had laughed at that idea before when I mentioned it.

Tim raised an eyebrow, and said, "This coming from the guy who drove Dick's McLaren to get McDonalds?"

"It wasn't the McLaren." We both chorused.

Tim raised an eyebrow, and let it drop, and then groaned, "Fine, but one more thing brakes, you two get into one more fight, or anybody kills any body, even if it's just a thug, then I'm calling Dick." Tim took out his phone, "No just let me order another chandelier."

I beamed, "No problem Timmy!"

Tim rolled his eyes, "Do not, call me that."

I shrugged, "What ever Timmy." And walked away.

THREE DAYS LATER:

Everyone had come home already, and Spring Break was over, thankfully, Dick and Alfred hadn't suspected a thing about the chandelier. Well, maybe Alfred did, but he didn't say anything. Over Spring Break, I had tried to teach Kenya how to throw knives, and she had taken to it pretty easily. She hadn't hit any bulls eyes yet, but she had gotten fairly close.

Dad knew I was teaching her, he had even stepped in at one point to 'correct' my teaching. I still say it's better for a beginner to start throwing over handed, not side handed. But, whatever.

I was walking home from School with Damian, we had to pick Kenya up on the way. I stopped outside her school, waiting for her to come out when she finally did, she proudly held up a piece of paper saying, "I learned how to write the alphabet!"

I took the piece of paper. If my hand writing wasn't horrible, I never would have been able to read Kenya's. However, for a kindergartener, it could have been a lot worse, so I smiled and said, "Good Kenya! some more practice, and you'll be writing neater than John Hancock."

"Who's he?" She asked.

I smiled, "You'll find out about him in fourth or fifth grade."

Damian snorted, "Enough socializing, can we go home?"

I shrugged, "No one said you had to wait with me for Kenya."

Kenya yawned big, and covered her mouth. I laughed, kneeling in front of her. "Nap time not long enough?"

She smiled, climbing onto my back. "The boy sleeping next to me wouldn't stop poking me and calling me a freak."

I frowned as I started walking, "A freak huh?"

She nodded, frowning, "Justin, is being called freak bad thing?"

"Well let me put it this way, pretty much our whole family except Alfred are freaks. Dad, Mom, Dick, Tim, Stephanie, Damian, me, we're all freaks. A freak is something you call some one who's different than you." I said, "Our family is a lot different from everyone else, so we're freaks. Do you think it's a bad thing?"

She thought for a minute as I carried her piggy back down the street with Damian walking in front of us. "Nope!" She said, "I like being a freak!"

"Amen." I said.

LATER THE NEXT NIGHT, JASON'S POINT OF VEIW:

I walked into the kitchen, and saw Kim sitting down at the table, wearing a dress. The candles were lit, and two places were set. I smiled, walking over slowly and sitting next to Kim. "Hey Baby, what's all this for?" I asked.

She shrugged, leaning on my shoulder, and wrapping her arms around me, "I just though, maybe we could take the night off? Watch a movie maybe, anything you wanted."

"Anything?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her, "Even Wanted?" She didn't like Wanted because she thought the whole curving bullets thing was stupid. I like it though, the action is awesome.

"Anything you want, as long as taking the night off isn't a big deal?" She asked.

I thought for a minute, "There's nothing big going on tonight. There's no problem with me taking one night off." I said, pulling her onto my lap.

"Good." She said, getting off and blowing out the candles, "Then you won't have any problem coming to Kenya's parent teacher conference. Take off the leather jacket, put on a nice suit, and meet me down stairs when your ready. I'm driving. Maybe we'll have time for that movie later."

My jaw dropped as she left the room, darn that woman. She knew just how to get me to admit there was no problem with me taking off tonight, and she did it.

"Women." Said Dick from the door way. "Can't live with them knowing exactly how to manipulate you, can't live without 'em."

I growled, getting up from my seat and grudgingly made my way upstairs to change, "Amen."

After I changed, I walked downstairs to see Kim, Justin, Kenya, and Damian standing there, waiting for me. Damian was in a suit too, and Justin looked very uncomfortable in that ankle length dress.

I smirked at the adorable little pout on her lips as we loaded into the car, "Why do I have to go?" She asked, "This is a parent teacher conference."

Damian nodded, "Kenya isn't even my real sister. Why couldn't I stay home?"

Kim shot them a look, "Because, Kenya's teacher said that you two needed to come."

They groaned, and we approached the school. I loosened my tie, and sighed, it had been a long time since I wore one of these.

Justin looked at me weirdly, and I asked, "What?"

"Suddenly," She said, looking down at the dress, "My end doesn't look that bad."

"Shut up." I growled.

Justin shrugged, and said she needed to go to the rest room. We all headed to Kenya's room, and waited for our turn to talk to her teacher.

When Justin came back, she was wearing jeans, a white tee shirt, and a leather jacket. I smirked as her mother glared at her. Like father like daughter. I should have brought a change of clothes too.

Finally, the teacher called us in, and said, "Oh, the Todd's. Nice to finally meet you, your sister talks about you all the time in class. Especially Justin and Damian."

"Really?" Asked Kim.

We took our seats in front of her.

"Yes, she often makes up stories about you all." She said, smiling brightly, "Once, she said that Damian and Justin took her spelunking in a cave under your mansion."

Justin and Damian shot looks at each other, and I said, "You know kids, always imagining things."

The teacher nodded, "Yes, well, as much as she's a pleasure to have in class, I have a few... concerns about Kenya."

"Really? What about?" Asked Kim.

"Yes, but I'm afraid the principle wants to speak with you about them instead of me." She said, shrugging.

JUSTIN'S POINT OF VEIW:

I led Mom and Dad down the hall to Mr. Cole's office. Mr. Cole was he principle for the Middle and Elementary school, to cut costs, the elementary school included the kindergarten.

We walked in, and sat down.

Mr. Cole stared Dad down, "Mr. Todd, glad to finally meet you. You left quite a reputation at this school."

Dad shrugged, smirking, "I do my best."

Mr. Cole nodded, "Justin seems to be taking after that reputation."

Dad brightened up, "Really? That's great!"

"I wouldn't be surprised if any day now she went into the gym with spray paint and wrote inappropriate language on the wall." He said, looking at me.

I shrugged, "I've been thinking about it, but I have to figure out how to get in once everyone's gone."

"I'll give you some pointers." Dad said.

"Jason!" Said Mom. Kenya giggled.

Mr. Cole nodded, "Back to the current topic. I have a few concerns about Kenya."

He reached into his desk drawer, and I turned to Damian, "Why are we here again?"

He glared, "Because your stupid Mother dragged us here."

I glared at him, "Keep talking about my Mother, see what happens."

Mr. Cole took out a piece of paper, and held it in his hand so we couldn't see it, "Judging by this alarming drawing, you," He looked at Mom, "Are working constantly and are hardly ever at home. And you." He looked at Dad, "Are always at home, relaxing. And you two." He turned to me and Damian.

By now, Damian had kept up with his taunting about Mom, and we had gotten into a small fight while sitting in our chairs. We looked up at him, and Mom covered her face embarrassed. "You two are lacking in discipline and self control."

Mom looked at Kenya, "Oh Kenya, I had no idea we were such a terrible family."

Mr. Cole nodded, "Because of these problems, I've decided to help you all get back on track."

He set the picture down. I could make out two figures that were wrestling and had fangs. Probably me and Damian. There was another sitting on the couch and holding what was probably a poorly drawn gun. Another was hunched over, and looked exhausted. Mom.

Dad leaned back in his chair, and started dozing off. Mr. Cole continues, "To make it short, you madam need to stop working and relax, your husband needs to stop relaxing and work. As for you two." He looked over at me and Damian, we were glaring at each other so hard lightning was coming out of our eyes.

"You will be spending Monday with Mr. Britt the school councilor to help channel your anger in a less destructive way."

"Mr. Cole, if I may interrupt-" Began Kenya.

Mr. Cole smiled, "Oh don't worry sweet heart, it's not your fault at all."

Mom nodded, "Well Mr. Cole we would do anything if you think it would help Kenya. Right guys?"

"Yes." Me and Damian said reluctantly.

"I said, right guys?" Mom stressed.

I elbowed Dad, who had drifted off, and he snapped awake, "Right!"

Mom nodded, satisfied, and Dad turned to me, "What did I just agree to?" He whispered.

"You gotta get a job." I whispered back.

Dad's face couldn't get any more animated.

Ha! Jason has to get a job! LOL! Justin has to take councilling? I feel sorry for Mr. Britt.