"You look very nice Wade." I said to him as we got dressed in my old guardian's room. That's where the big mirror was.

"Thank you." He brushed off his shoulders for a final touch.

"I knew you and Bruce were the same size. I just knew it." I turned my back to him. "Zip me?"

"Bruce?" He questioned as his zipped up my dress. God I hate dresses. "Who's Bruce?"

"My brother. Hope that you never meet him. Especially if he ever found out that we've been living together for the past two weeks."

"Why?" Wade smirked. "Would he kill me or something?"

"No, no he wouldn't kill you. He's castrate you." Wade laughed. "And you think I'm kidding."

"So I take it Bruce is not the one I'm meeting tonight."

"No, that's Virgil. And his sister is Sharon, and their father is Richard Hawkins. Now his fiance's name is Trina Jessup. Wade I need your eyes for this one." He looked me in the eye. "Trina is a cop, okay. You cannot hint at anything. And when I say anything I mean anything. Got it?"

"Yeah." He pouted. This dinner was going to be no fun.

"And please don't talk about the yellow boxes." He started to say something in rebuttal but I put my hands together and begged him. "Please don't. Please don't freak her out. Because if you do, then you'll never be in with the family."

"It's not like we're getting married!"

"I know, I just like them approving of my friends."

"Aw, you're so sweet."

"Shut up." I hit him in the arm. "Come on, we should get going."

He grabbed my arm before I had time to recoil. "Why are you wearing this?" He snapped the skin colored under armor that I had on under my dress to cover my arms.

I jerked my arm out of his grasp. "We're going to a fancy restaurant and I don't want people looking at me."

"Uh huh. And and my scarred face is going to blend right in."

"I really don't know what you're talking about. It's barely a sunburn." He scoffed at me, I grabbed his arm and teleported us to the front steps of the Hawkins home. "Remember," I wiped off his shoulders one last time, "Normal." I opened the door and we stepped into the living room. "Hello? Dad? Virgil?" No answer. "Hello?" I said a little bit louder. Still no one answered.

Wade's voice faded into my ear as I stood in the living room with the family on my mind. "You don't think..." He trailed off and I knew exactly what he was getting at.

"They couldn't have beaten us here. There's no way." Suddenly, the extreme panic set in and I ran up the stairs. "Dad! Sharon! Virgil!"

I reached the hallway and a woman in her early twenties came out of the bathroom. "Andi! What are you yelling about?"

A smile erupted on my face and I ran and hugged her tightly. "You're okay. Oh, thank God you're okay."

"What is going on with you?" She asked as she let go of me, and looked at me like I was crazy. Okay, so I was halfway there.

"Nothing. Where's Virgil and Dad?"

"They're with Trina at the restaurant. I said I'd stay behind and wait for you. Can you drive? They took the station wagon."

"Yeah, sure. Come on, I want you to meet my friend Wade." She followed my back down the stairs and gawked when she saw Wade.

"Hi." She said awkwardly.

"Hey. I'm Wade Wilson." He held his hand out and she took it.

"I'm Sharon Hawkins." He brought her hand up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it.

"It's very nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

"Wade, behave." I said under my breath. "She has a boyfriend."

"Adam and I are taking a little time off right now." She was smiling at Wade and he smiled back at her.

"Okay, you two play nice while I get the car." Please behave Wade, please please please! I walked out the door, transported back to my old house, grabbed the keys to the viper and sped off back to the Hawkins house. "Alright guys- OH MY GOD!" I walked back into the house to find Wade and Sharon sucking face on the couch.

They jumped when they heard me shout and flew apart with bated breath. "Oh, jeez Andi."

"Wade! I told you to behave." I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to me in a threatening manner.

He put his arms up in defense. "She kissed me."

"Just get in the car. Shotgun."

"But-"

"Now." Do I have to be the only grown up around here? Wade unwillingly went to the car. "And you," I moved on to Sharon. "What do you think you're doing, kissing a man probably ten years your senior? And what about Adam? Doesn't he count anymore?"

"Adam is off being Rubberband Man. I haven't seen him and he hasn't called in over two months." God I hate whiners.

"That doesn't mean you go and snog the first person you meet who happens to catch your eye."

"Andi you don't understand."

"Yes I do. And I'll tell you about it later but right now I need you to get into the car." Please just let this night be over.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

"Hey Dad!" I hugged the larger man.

"Andrea, how have you been?"

"Fine, I've got a few new skeletons but other than that, I'm good."

He looked at me with soft eyes. "Whatever you've done, I really, really, don't want to know."

I only laughed. "Dad, this is my friend Wade. He's a member of the little cult thing that Stryker has set up."

"Was, I was a member." He shook Mr. Hawkins' hand.

"Wade, may I talk to you for one second, just over here." I sighed and shook my head as Mr. Hawkins took wade just out of hearing distance. "Now, what are your intentions with my Andrea?"

Okay, Wade thought, I should have expected that. "Sir, Andi is my friend. My... sidekick if you will. She is someone I care about. And I protect those that I care about at all costs. You need not worry about her."

"You're a smooth talker." Mr. Hawkins smirked.

"I'm also very dimwitted sir."

"You're also honest. I like people who are honest."

"Well then you'll like me. At least a little bit." Wade smiled his innocent smile, and Mr. Hawkins fell for it.

"Come on, let's go meet the rest of the family." He patted Wade on the shoulder and brought him over to our group who was standing by the podium.

Wade tapped me on the shoulder and I took that as a sign to start introductions. "Everyone, this is my friend Wade Wilson. Wade, this is Robert Hawkins, my dad; Trina Jessup, his fiancé; this is Virgil, and you know Sharon." They all shook hands. "Are we going to be seated, or are we gonna stand here all night?" I lightly joked.

"Actually we're waiting for one more, but he should be here soon." Trina piped in.

"Who?" How many other people would they invite to a family dinner?

"Me." A six foot one man with dark hair and eyes said behind me in a playful manner.

Oh sweet Jesus, I turned around. "Bruce, why aren't you in Malibu with Tony?"

"You think I'd miss my baby sister's homecoming? Think again. And I'm sorry I'm late Robert, I caught up at the airport."

"It's fine Bruce. And thank you very much for getting these reservations, this place is lovely."

"It was no problem at all, really." The hostess started to lead the family towards our table when Bruce held me back. "Alright, who's the dude?"

"What dude?" Just play dumb, maybe he'll fall for it.

"The dude who is wearing my suit."

"Oh, that dude. Well, that is my friend Wade."

"And where did you meet him?"

"At the lair of an evil villain." I said with the straightest face possible.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why do I believe you?"

"Because I just spent the last two weeks at an evil villain's lair." When it comes to Bruce, you just might as well tell the truth. It's really not worth lying about.

"We will talk about this later."

"We always talk about everything later." I sighed and he steered me in the direction on the table.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

"What the hell were you thinking?" Bruce practically screamed at me when we got back to my house.

"I was thinking about helping my friend. You know, the one on the train back in last November?"

"It doesn't matter! You were supposed to stay out of this!"

Wade was sitting on the couch, just watching and enjoying himself. He raised his hand. "Stay out of what?"

"Out of everything! You were supposed to stay safe! That's why Robert agreed to adopt you! So that you could have a 'normal' life. You know this!"

"Yes, I know Bruce! I needed to help Lance, he was desperate! I came home one night and I found him in my basement. He was crying in pain, Brucie!"

"Well, you should have at least talked to me first!"

"Yeah, like I was really going to pop out of nowhere in Tony Stark's mansion to ask your permission to go to a place that you're going to say no to anyway." God that was a long sentence.

Brucie stared at me with hard eyes. "I would have gone with you."

"Well, it's over now. We're not going back." I plopped down onto the couch next to Wade.

"What about Lance? You're just going to leave him?"

"Well, he's in a coma right now, so I don't think he's in much trouble."

Bruce stared me right in the eye. "I know that look. You're gonna go back for him."

"Not now. I have to wait till things die down first."

"Okay," Bruce took a seat in the seat across from the couch. "How much trouble are you in?"

"Quite a lot actually, more than normal." Bruce sighed. "It's because I helped someone escape, okay? It's because I'm a Wayne, and I like to help people!" Bruce surely understood that.

And then Wade got it. "Oh my God! You're Bruce Wayne!"

"Not now Wade!" I hit him and he shut up, but he still looked really excited.

Bruce put his head in his hands for a minute to think, and then, "What can I do?"

"Can you stay around here for a little bit? Kind of, keep an eye on the city?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I can do that. So, what are you going to do now?"

"Well, we are going to go find a Cajun, then-"

"We have to work?" Wade whined. "In New Orleans?" Oh God, was he gonna cry?

"No, I have to work. If you recall, I'm slightly too young to gamble, so you can have all the fun you want, I'm gonna go find Gambit."

"Damn, that guy played me out of four hundred bucks."

"We're taking him to Xavier's."

"If you need anything, you call me first. Got it?"

"Yeah." The grandfather clock in the hallway struck two in the morning. "It's late, you want a lift home?"

"Sure. Can you make it a little smoother ride though? Every time it makes me want to throw up."

I chuckled. "I'll see what I can do. Be right back Wade."

"I'll be here." He stretched out on the couch and I teleported us to the Manor.

"Better?"

"A little." He still held his stomach, but it didn't bother him as much as before. "Good night, Andi."

"Night." I watched Bruce walk up the stairs, and when he disappeared I looked above the fireplace in the atrium. "Sorry Brucie." I teleported the two katanas from the wall. Bruce had them from his time with the League Of Shadows. He kept them to remind of what he could become.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

The next morning, Bruce woke up and went into the atrium to pick the mail up from the door like every other morning. When he got there, he looked around the room in a daze. Something wasn't right. He took another quick look around the room and then he saw the yellow post-it on the wall. Bruce scoffed when he took it off the wall and read it:

"I'll bring them back. Promise. -Andi."