Justine squealed in protest, fighting her father by kicking and struggling, she was not happy about having to get a bath. "Come on Justy, please?" Jason begged, trying to lower her into the sink filled with water.

She squealed again, thrashing around and splashing just about everything but herself with water. She babbled out something no one could understand, and gripped onto her father's arm, refusing to go into the water.

"But Justy, you stink, you haven't let me wash you in two days!" Jason protested. "Besides, bath time can be fun."

They had been having a fun day so far, playing in the back yard with the Tonka construction trucks Jason had gotten her last week. But now she was covered in dirt, and she loved it.

However, her mother did not, and as punishment for getting her dirty, Jason had to bathe her. Justine tried to bite down on his arm, but she didn't have teeth. So she bit him with her gums.

He chuckled at that, and grabbed the sprayer, and hosed her down as fast as he could while she thrashed and squealed. He grabbed the sponge, trying to remove as much dirt and sweat form the baby as he could. Five months old and he kid loved nothing more than dirt.

"Please Justy, just do this one thing for me?" He begged, pouring the soap in her arm and scrubbing carefully as she screamed her protest. Finally, he rid her of dirt, and dried her off, sighing to himself. He set her on the counter, and turned around to drain the sink, when a coffee cup hit the back of his head. He turned around to see Justine, a smirk gracing her small lips.

"Did you just-… never mind." He mumbled putting the coffee cup back on the counter. Five months old and she already had his smirk and impossible attitude. Dear god, how long before she stole tires off Green Arrows car? Considering they lived in Star City, instead of Gotham, pretty soon.

He quickly picked Justine up, carrying her to her small room that consisted of a rocking chair, a changing table, and a cradle. Unlike most baby rooms, all the furniture was black in here. Sure they had toyed with the idea of pink or white, maybe even lavender, but then they figured, why kind themselves? They all knew who she really was.

He laid her down on the changing table, and looked for something to change her into, since the overalls she had been wearing were to dirty to put back on.

H grabbed black onsie he found, and quickly put if on her, only then realizing it was black with a yellow bat symbol on the front, "Kimberley…"

Justine reached for him, demanding to be picked up. He scooped her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her face in his shoulder, making a sound between a yawn and a baby babble, she was tired.

He hummed a little, walking over to the rocking chair making sure he walked without bumping or jostling the five month old. He sat down, humming softly and rocking slowly.

She sighed, content, and loosened her hold, just nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, and slowly falling asleep.

Jason smiled, holding her a little tighter. This was his baby girl, his little Justine. She was already a lot like him, and he could tell she was going to be a real hard case. Who knew what trouble she was going to stir up? Maybe put a piece of paper on Green Arrow's back that said 'I'm gay for Red Arrow', or maybe even take a permanent marker to the Arrow signal to make it look like the bat symbol when they turned it on.

Well, at least since they were in Star City, she couldn't get into that much trouble, right? No Penguin for her to paint his nose to make it look like a carrot, no Two Face for her to replace is coin with a Canadian coin, and most importantly, no Batman or Joker for her to get caught up in the family business.

"Perfect." He mumbled to himself.

The phone rang, and Jason carefully got up, setting the sleeping baby down on the changing table and quickly answering it. It was just Russell, calling about their poker game tonight. "Yeah, it's still on… You got Bobby and David to come too right?… Great… yeah, see ya tonight."

He hung up, going back into the babies room, just in time to see Justine crawling to the edge of her changing table, leaning over the side. In one completely paralyzing moment, he saw her fall.

"NO!" He shouted quickly, throwing his arms under her and yanking her away from the ground and into the crook of his neck, holding her tightly and taking a deep breath, looking at the ground as if it was covered in poisoned snakes trained to kill red headed babies.

He pulled Justine's face away from his neck, looking at her. Her face was filled with fear, she knew she had been in danger. For a baby, she was smart, she had known something was wrong the minute she started falling.

"It's OK." Jason cooed. "You're safe now, Daddy's here. Daddy won't let you get hurt."

He cradled her in his arms, stroking her hair and waiting until she fell asleep. He laid her in the cradle this time, watching her intently, guarding her from any more dangers.

Kim came in a little later, seeing him nearly in pieces. "What happened?"

"She fell." He said, "I caught her, sure, but it was my fault she fell. I just put her down on the table for a minute to answer the phone… I didn't think she would…"

Kim hugged him, "Jason, it's Ok. You messed up, we all do. You'll learn, and so will I. We're new at this and it's granted we're going to make mistakes. The point is we learn from them. Next time, take her with you instead of putting her down, or put her in the cradle like you're supposed to."

Jason smiled, hugging her back, and then scooped her up, taking her out of the baby's room and into theirs. He set her down on the bed, closed the door, and tackled her, pinning her to the bed.

She gave a short cry of surprise, but his lips cut her off. She moaned, and he pulled away, nuzzling his face into her neck. "I love you." He whispered, sending shivers up her spine as his breath tickled her neck.

"I love you too." She said.