The sudden knocking was loud, obnoxious, and constant. Kim sighed, sitting Justine down on the floor, and walking out of the room.

She headed to the front door, and opened it, revealing an overly excited Richard Grayson. "Where is she?" He squealed, sounding like a teenage girl.

"What?" Kim asked.

"Where's Justine! I haven't ever seen her yet! Come on, where is she, I wanna see her!" He begged.

Some one behind Dick stepped foreword, Tim. "Hey Kim, bet you're wondering how we found out."

Dick ran inside, past Kim and into the living room. Kim turned to Tim, "Kind of… yeah."

"Bruce told Alfred, Alfred told Dick, Dick told me, and he had his heart set on seeing his… well, niece I guess."

Kim nodded slowly, and suddenly Dick's squeal of delight came from the living room, "She's so cute!"

Kim and Tim walked into the living room, seeing Dick cuddling Justine with a huge smile on his face, and Justine wide eyed and mouth open, in shock.

Kim laughed, "Uh Dick, I think you're giving her childhood trauma"

Dick pulled away from Justine, smiling at her, and she stared at him, just trying to figure out who he was and why he was smiling all the time, and holding her even though she didn't know him.

She turned to Kim, "Mama!" She said loudly. Kim picked her up, much to Dick's disappointment, and held her close, but angled her so she was looking at Tim.

Tim gave her a small smile, "Hi."

She stared at him, and then grunted, reaching out to him. Kim handed her to Tim, who held her a little awkwardly. "Uh, am I doing this right?"

Kim shook her head, "Don't hold her under her arms, that hurts her. Cradle her." She positioned his arms a little better, and Justine settled into his arms comfortably.

She stared up at Tim, and he stared down at her, smiling a little. She suddenly broke out into a grin that made him flinch. The cute little girl's face had suddenly turned into Jason's. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked hard.

"Ow!" He complained, trying to pull away from her.

Kim laughed, and Dick took her from Tim.

"That's one mean kid." Tim complained.

"Are you insane?" Dick asked, cuddling Justine again. "She's an angel! That's probably just her way of saying she likes you."

Justine brought her hand across Dick's face, smacking him as hard as she could, and babbling excitedly, kicking and wiggling in his arms.

He laughed, setting her down and she grabbed onto his knee, and then let go, stumbling across the floor.

"Come back here you little monkey!" He said in baby talk, rushing after her.

Tim turned to Kim, "So, how's Jason?"

"He's at work right now." She said.

"What work?" Tim asked suspiciously.

"Well, he's a mechanic, he works weekdays at the Auto Shop down the street." She said.

"What does he do at night?" He asked.

"Patrolling." She said, shrugging.

Tim scoffed, "You making sure he doesn't kill people? Or are you just crossing your fingers?"

She fixed him with a stern look, "We have lived her for over a year, and the only things Jason has had to deal with are a few muggers and one rapist, which are all safely locked away in prison. Not in a morgue."

Tim paused, "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "Forget it, it's your nature."

"And the fact he's nearly killed me?" Tim asked. "I've still got the scars."

"I'm not saying he's an angel." Kim said, trying to settle in the middle.

"And her?" Time asked, "She looks just like him."

"So? That's genetics." Kim debated.

"That's risky." Tim shot back.

"How so?" She challenged.

"Kim." He began, knowing he was treading on dangerous soil. "What if she turns out like him? Can you really deal with two trigger happy lunatics?"

Kim stiffened, and Tim knew she had taken it badly.

"Jason is not crazy," She said firmly, in a way that even Bruce wouldn't argue with. "And Justine is a good kid. I can see a lot of myself in her already, and I am telling now, if you ever call either one of them crazy again, I will go trigger happy on you."

"Kim, you wouldn't-"

"I've been raised to fire a gun without hesitation Timmy." She snapped, "And you would do a very good job to remember that fact, and the fact I'm not exactly a Bat. I'll follow my own rules and morals thank you very much."

Tim stared at her, and then nodded, "OK." He sighed, looking around, and seeing two pistols hidden underneath a bookshelf on the far wall. He looked pointedly at them, "What happens when she gets big enough to grab those?"

"Then we'll move them." Kim said, shrugging. "Jason likes to have some security that I'll be safe here while he's at work."

Tim laughed, "Stay at home Mom doesn't seem like your thing."

"When she can stay at home alone I'll find a job." Kim said, smiling at him.

Tim hesitated for a moment, "Well, if you ever need… a babysitter or something… I'll probably be able to… help you out."

Kim smiled, "Thanks Tim. You'll be her favorite uncle."

Suddenly, they heard a scream come form the back yard. "GET AWAY FROM MY BABY GRAYSON!"

Kim rushed outside, to see Jason pinning dick to the ground with one arm, Justine sitting off to the side, laughing uncontrollably.

"Jason!" Kim shouted, "Stop it, he was only playing with her!"

Jason shook his head, "He was holding her upside down! That's not playing Kim, that's torture to a baby!"

Tim walked outside as well, and Jason glared at him, "Great, do I have to beat up you too?"

Tim glared back, "We were visiting our niece."

"Get out!" Jason barked.

"Jason!" Kim scolded, "They came all the way here from Gotham City to see Justine. They haven't met her yet."

Jason got off of Dick, scooping up Justine and walking over to Kim, "NO, they came to keep tabs on us. Can we get no privacy anymore? First Bruce, now you two? What's it going to take for you to leave us alone."

"How about when you're either sane, or behind bars?" Tim barked back. Jason raised a fist to hit Tim, but a sudden scream stopped him.

"Timmy!" Justin shrieked, reaching out for him to hold her.

Kim and Jason froze, while Tim just stared at Justine. Dick stood up, walking over, "What's the big deal? I mean, that's not like, her first word, is it?"

"Actually." Kim said slowly.

"First word." Jason said, staring dumbfounded at his daughter. "Her first word was your name." he looked at Tim helplessly, then back at Justine, "No, don't say Tim, say Daddy! Say Daddy!"

"Timmy!" She exclaimed again, reaching out for Tim, who gladly took her from Jason.

"Come on Justin." Tim said to the baby, "Let's go watch cartoons while Mommy takes Daddy to therapy, huh?"

"Timmy!" She screamed again.

Everyone stared at the two as they walked into the house. Kim was happy that Justine had finally spoken, Jason was ready to murder Tim, and all Dick had to say was, "Did he just call her Justin?"

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