Kim and Jason sat on either side of their daughter, both frowning. Kim finally broke the silence, "Justy, that word is a very bad word, you can't say it anymore."

"Which one?" Justine asked.

Kim raised an eyebrow at Jason, who shrugged back.

Justin sensed the confusion. "I said gay as hell. Which one is the bad word?"

Kim sighed, rubbing her temples. She didn't really want to tell her nearly two year old daughter about lesbians and gay men. "Well, hell, depending on how you use it, is a bad word. Gay isn't really a bad word, it's just a… special word."

"Special?" Justine echoed.

"Yes." Kim explained, "If you use it the right way, to explain something, then is can be a normal word, but if you use it the wrong way, it can hurt… special peoples feelings."

"… Special?" Justin asked again.

Kim nodded, "Special means that something is different from you, but that doesn't make it bad."

"What's gay mean?" Justin asked.

"Well…" For once in the conversation, Kim seemed at a loss.

Jason finally stepped in, scooping Justin off the couch, "I've got this one babe."

He carried Justin out of the room, through the kitchen, and into the garage. He set her down on the cold floor, walking over to his work bench, and taking down an AK-47. He set it down on the floor, gesturing for her to come over.

Justin pulled herself up, toddling across the floor to her father. He kneeled down next to her, gesturing to the large gun. He had picked the only one that wasn't loaded, but he clicked the safety on just to make sure. "Justy, can you lift this?"

She grabbed the barrel of the gun tightly, trying with all her might to lift it, and when that didn't succeed, she tried to drag it, but the little girl couldn't budge the machine gun. She looked up at her father with big curious eyes. "No."

Jason nodded, picking the gun up himself, "See, you're to little to lift it yourself, right?"

Justin nodded.

"So, if you want to move it from here and put it back on the bench, you have to let me do it for you. You can't make me do it, so you have to trust me, right?"

Again, she nodded.

"It's the same problem with knowing things, if you can't carry the burden, then I'll have to do it for you until you're ready, understand?" Jason questioned.

Justy nodded again, not sure where this was going.

"Then, you'll just have to trust me until you're ready to know what that word means, understand?" Jason questioned, putting the gun back on his work bench.

Justin's eyes brightened, understanding the lesson now. "Otay Daddy."

Jason smiled, picking Justy up, but she squirmed in his hold, "No!"

He raised an eyebrow, putting her down. She smiled up at him, "I can carry myself."

She toddled out of the garage, back into the house. Jason's eyes widened, and he sat down on the chair by his bench, mouth falling open a little. She was almost two, of course she could walk by herself. He knew that. He should have known that by now, she wouldn't need him for help.

He rubbed his forehead, not liking this epiphany at all. He sighed to himself, reaching for the mini-fridge by his work bench. "I need a beer."

He pulled one out, opening it and chugging down the first few gulps. She was talking very well for her age, which wasn't a surprise since her mother had talked very well at her age too. Jason smiled to himself, instead of being a ginger, like him, her orange hair was darkening slowly, it would be her mom's color by the time she was ten. Her eyes looked just like her mothers, prettiest blue he had ever seen.

She was walking, playing on the playground equipment that was meant for the older kids, and asking questions she shouldn't be. He really had to start watching his mouth around her.

Justin suddenly toddled back into the garage, "Daddy, I heard you say a word."

"What word?" Jason asked.

Justy smiled pleasantly, a direct contrast from the dirty word that flew out of her mouth.

Jason nearly dropped his beer can, "When did you hear me say that?"

"Playground." She explained.

Stupid! I can't believe you… actually I can believe you. Only you would curse like that right in front of your two year old kid.

"Uh… it's the heavy burden thing again." Jason explained.

"Okay." Justin said, turned to go away, but then turned back to Jason, "Does Mommy know what it means?"

Jason paused, raising his eyebrow, "Are you trying to black mail me?"

Justin just shrugged.

"You tell your mom about that word, and I'll tell her that your to one who stuck chewing gum under the kitchen table." Jason threatened.

Justin's eyes widened, and she quickly toddled out of the garage again.

Jason smirked, who was he kidding? He was raising his kid right.

LATER, BEDTIME

Jason walked into Justin's room, smiling at the sight of her curled up with her plush Nightwing toy, mumbling in her sleep. That kid would just not shut up. She had on her Nightwing pajamas too, and at the foot of her bed rested her red and yellow robin sneakers. He shook his head, sighing, "This is stereotyping."

He walked back into the kitchen, to see Kim staring at the phone book, frowning.

"Kim?" Jason asked.

She looked up at him, smiling at him. "Hey Jason."

"What ya doin?" He asked, pulling out a chair to sit next to her.

"Trying to find where that girl Kyler lives."

"Why?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So I can go apologize to Roy and her mother." Kim said. "If my kid beat someone up on the playground, then me and her are going over there first thing in the morning to say she's sorry."

"Roy's kid was the one being a smart ass!" Jason protested.

"Jason, you never respond to verbal remarks in a physical manner." Kim snapped.

"Why nooooooooooot?" Jason whined.

"Jason!" Kim hissed.

"Fine!" Jason snapped. "But while we're on the subject, why does she have a Nightwing plushy doll!"

"The store was out of Batman plushy dolls." Kim explained.

"Kim, maybe you don't understand this, but my daughter is sleeping with my legal brother." Jason ground out. "And you were gonna have her sleep with my father?"

"Jason!" Kim said, shocked, "It's just a doll!"

"Well then why couldn't you get her superman, or green arrow, or… or red hood or something! Why is it always Batman symbol shirts and robin sneakers, and, and Nightwing pajamas!" Jason questioned, tossing his hands into the air.

Kim smiled, shrugging, "I think it's cute, and do you really want her idolizing Green Arrow? Do you wanna be the one listening to her go on and on about what the arrow family has been doing on the news?"

Jason paused, then sighed. "Fine. But seriously, why doesn't she have Red Hood stuff too? Why is it only the others?"

Kim smirked, "Tell you what, I'll try to find something Red Hood for her to wear, okay?"

Jason nodded, "Fine."

Kim finally found the Harper's address, scribbling it down on her left wrist. Jason had always been fascinated by her habit of writing notes on her wrist. It was one of the things that had intrigued him about her when they were younger. Most girls wouldn't want their 'pretty skin' to get smudged, but Kim didn't seem to care about her looks. Another thing that attracted him was her humbleness. She was pretty, but didn't care. She was strong, but didn't flaunt it. She was smart, but didn't acknowledge it. She was one of the nicest girls he had known, but she still didn't realize her own perfections.

He didn't think she was perfect, quite the opposite. He knew her flaws now. She wasn't a detective, hardly ever thinking about the big scene, Blue Jay had always busted whatever criminal she came across. She didn't know how to hunt someone down, just how to take them out. She wasn't very fast, but tried to make up for it with strength and timing. She did.

Jason shook his head, "Why do you even care about apologizing to this kids Mom?"

Kim paused, closing the book slowly. "I don't have any friends here Jason."

Jason paused, taking this in. He played poker with his friends every Wednesday night, and he hadn't even asked Kim about her friends. Now he realized, she didn't have any.

"If this Kyler girl's dad is Red Arrow, than her mom… might understand what it's like. Maybe… maybe I could have a friend." Kim said hopefully.

Jason nodded slowly, "Why haven't you tried hanging out with some of the other women we met at the BBQ?"

"I did." Kim snapped. "All of them are stuck up, always talking about either their kids, clothes, make up, or The Real House Wives of New Jersey! They're such… such girls!"

Jason wanted to laugh, but he didn't. Kim continued, "I can't hang out with my old friends anymore, they're off being heroes while I'm stuck here, just being a mom!"

Jason bit his lip, "Kim, I'm so sorry that marrying me ruined your life."

Kim shook her head, "No Jason, you're not the one who ruined my life, I'd marry you no matter what. It's Bruce! That little jerks has me paranoid to the point where I can't leave my daughter at home with a neighborhood babysitter or at a daycare!"

"Hey, when she turns five, then you can leave her with a babysitter, I promise. I'll show her how to get away from Bruce, or any other kidnapped, and then I'll feel better about it." Jason promised. "Dick can take off time from his job whenever he wants, so maybe this weekend, you can get out of the house, maybe ask this Mrs. Harper lady to go see a movie with you."

Kim nodded, "Okay."

Jason smiled, leaning over to peck her on the cheek, "Bed time?"

"Shower first." Kim reminded him, pointing down at his grease covered shirt and pants.

"Big enough for two?" Jason asked, hopeful.

"Not tonight." Kim shot down.

"Oh piss!" Jason complained.

"Oh piss?" Came a tiny little tired voice form the doorway. Jaosn turned around to see his daughter, dressed in her Nightwing pajamas, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, "Daddy, why you oh piss?"

Jason grunted, letting his face fall down into his hands, and Justin turned to Kim, "Mommy, daddy is oh piss."

Kim glared at Jason, who looked up at her, rubbing his eyes, "I'm sorry."

Kim nodded, "You better be."

The back glass door suddenly opened, and Russell walked in, holding a brown box, and smiling at the family, "Hey Todd, guess what?"

Justin spoke up quickly, "Not now Mr. Russell, Daddy oh piss."

Russell nearly dropped the box he was holding, "What did you say?"

"Are you oh piss too?" Justin asked.

Russell looked over at Jason, "Uh yeah… I'm just gonna leave this here."

He quickly set the box down on the counter heading for the door, but Justin managed to squeeze in one last, "Daddy's oh piss!" Before the thoroughly shaken man managed to run out the back door and hop the fence into his yard.

Jason frowned, "How did he get into my house?"