Justin smiled with glee as a slick dark blue Mclaren F1 pulled into the driveway.

She squealed, rushing out into the front yard, "Uncle Dick!"

Dick stepped out of his car, scooping up the little girl, "Hey kiddo!"

He hugged her tightly, then smiled at her, "So, how's it feel to be two years old?"

She beamed at him, "Great!"

He chuckled, shaking his head, "You sure you're only two?"

Justin was way to smart for her age, it truly amazed Dick how she could carry on a conversation with someone the way she did.

She gave him a sarcastic look, "No, I'm thirty-two."

He sighed, "Yep, you're Jason's kid."

He put Justin down, as a red motorcycle pulled into the driveway, and Justin rushed over to great Tim. "Uncle Tim!"

He smiled, pulling the little girl up onto the motorcycle with him, "Hey Justin."

He pulled a small package wrapped in pink paper and ribbons out from the side pouch, handing it to her, "Happy birthday!"

She giggled, trying to peel off the ribbons.

Kim suddenly appeared, taking the present, "Justin, you know the rules, presents come after the cake."

Just sighed, "Okay Mom."

Tim chuckled, shaking his head, then turned to Kim, "You hear anything from Bruce?"

She shook her head, "I want nothing to do with him, but I asked Alfred to come. Alfred said he would, Alfred always comes to birthdays."

Tim rolled his eyes, "Of course he will, he's Alfred, but does Jason know?"

"Yes Tim." Kim said, rolling her eyes, "Now how about you stop acting like you're my big brother? That's Dick's job."

Justin suddenly piped up, "Mommy, how come every time I say Uncle Dick's name, Mr. Russell Laughs?"

"Who?" Tim inquired.

Kim blushed, "Next door neighbor." She turned to Justine, "I'll tell you when you're older."

"Or you'll just find out on your own when you get to elementary school." Tim pitched in, and Kim glared at him, "What? The kids in elementary school know to much."

Jason came out of the house, and Justine wiggled down from the motorcycle, rushing to her daddy. He scooped her up, smiling, "What's up? Said the elevator."

Justine giggled, "Just staying cool. Said the swimming pool."

Dick raised his eyebrow, and Jason shrugged, "She was watching Blues Clues."

Tim scoffed, walking over and chimed in, "You know that Steve guy is a pedophile right?"

Justine looked at Jason, "Daddy, what's a pedophile?"

Jason glared at Tim, "Thanks a lot replacement."

"Daddy what's a replacement?" Justine asked.

Jason grinned, "Uncle Timmy is a replacement sweetie, because he's a cheap copy that was brought in because I died."

Justine was silent for a moment, before shrugging, "Okay Daddy."

Kim sighed, "Come on guys, we've got the cake inside."

Jason growled, "Yeah, the worst cake ever."

Tim and Dick shared a look, before following the couple inside and into the kitchen. Kim brought the cake out of the fridge, setting it down in front of Justine, and removing the lid of the cake box.

Everyone was silent, until Tim busted out laughing, holding his sides. Dick snickered, "You got her a Batman and Robin cake?"

Jason glared at the cake, showing Batman and Robin back to back, facing a dozen Gotham thugs with knives. Dick shook his head, "How did you even get such a detailed picture?"

Kim smirked, "Alfred."

Jason growled, "That old man betrayed me."

Kim sighed, putting two candles on the cake and lighting them, "Blow out the candles and make a wish baby."

Justin thought for a minute, before blowing the candles out.

Dick raised his eyebrow, "What'd you wish for Justin?"

She beamed at him, "I wanna meet Nightwing one day!"

Dick just had to laugh at the irony, and Jason held his head in shame, "Why is it always Nightwing? Robin I could handle, but why Nightwing?"

Dick rolled his eyes, "Jason, just-"

"She sleeps with you!" Jason shouted, "She sleeps with you every night!"

An awkward silence settled over them, until Kim sighed, "I got Justine a stuffed Nightwing doll for Christmas last year."

Tim could barely contain his laughter, he might not like Jason, but Justine sure kept everything interesting.

Half an hour later the cake was eaten, and Justine sat in front of a pile of about five presents, looking at them curiously.

Dick smiled, point to the only blue present, "Oh, open mine first!"

Justine picked up the present, and tore off the wrapping paper, pulling up a picture book, titled, Batman and Robin: The Dynamic Duo.

She jumped up, running over to Jason, "Daddy! Read to me! Read to me!"

"Not now." Jason said, "Open your other stuff."

Justin practically deflated, walking over to the pink present Tim had brought. She tried to pull off the ribbons, but just got her fingers tangled until Tim had to cut them loose, then open the present for her. It was a Barbie doll, all dressed up in a pink ball gown, with blonde hair and green eyes, and it came with about two other outfits, which were both very pretty and sparkly.

Justin looked up at her Dad, "Daddy, what's this?"

Jason's face lit up, and Tim knew he was going to say something completely inappropriate. "That Justy, is Tim's ex-girlfriend, and the only on he'll ever get."

Tim groaned, "Don't listen to him Justy, it's called a Barbie doll, you play with it, like you do your Nightwing doll."

Justin shrugged, picking up an awkwardly wrapped present with red paper, and tearing it open. Inside was a bright red water gun, with the red hood's helmet airbrushed onto it, and Red Hood written beneath the helmet.

Everyone turned to Jason, glaring at him.

"What?" Jason asked innocently, "Oh, so it's okay for her to sleep with a Nightwing doll, but she can't have a water gun?"

Tim wasn't fazed, "You're teaching her that guns are okay to play with."

"They are!" Jason defended.

Kim whacked him upside the head, "Jason!"

"I meant water guns!"

"Yeah, whatever."

Justin picked up the next present, wrapped in white paper, and tore it open. It was a small, stuffed brown dog. "Thank you Mommy!"

"How do you know it's from her?" Dick asked.

"Cause I asked her for a puppy, yesterday." Justin said, hugging the small stuffed toy.

Tim smiled, turning to Kim, "Are you sure she's only two?"

Kim rolled her eyes, "I know, I know. She act's like she's three, doesn't she?"

"Or older." Tim agreed. "She'll be a smart kid."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Justin jumped up, "I'll geddit!"

She took off for the front door, leaving the adults in the living room. Justin flung open the front door, staring up at a very tall man with black hair and blue eyes, holding a big box, wrapped in black and white wrapping paper. "Hi!" She said, smiling.

He looked down at her, and gave an awkward smile, as if it hurt him to smile. He knelt down in front of her, "Are you Justine?" He whispered.

She nodded, "Sometimes, other times I'm Justy, and other times other than that, I'm Justin."

He paused for a moment, before handing her the box, and put a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet. "Happy birthday."

She smiled as he stood up, and walked away. She slammed the door shut, and waddled back into the living room, toting the huge box.

Jason raised his eyebrow, "What's that?"

"My present from the big man." Justin said, sitting down in front of everyone and slapping the present down in front of her.

"Christmas isn't for four months Justin." Dick said, smiling.

"Not that man!" Justin said, "The man at the door, in the black sweater."

Tim raised an eyebrow, "A man at the door? What's his name?"

Justin just shrugged, "I don't know."

She ripped into the present, revealing a cardboard box, airbrushed to look like a metal case. She undid the latches on it, and it fell open, revealing latex gloves, a magnifying glass, finger print powder, stencils, several bags labeled CSI evidence bags, goggles, magnifying glass, five slides, evidence logs, test tubes, evidence markers, a book of charts, fingerprint cards, situation cards, a plaster frame, an evidence journal and two bags of plaster.

Everyone was silent, until Justin looked up at her father, "What's all this stuff?"

Jason grabbed the box, shoving everything back into it, and stalked off to the hall closet, putting it at the top, and shutting the door, "Nothing Justy, just forget about it. Do you want your cake now?"

Justine nodded, and the box was forgotten, and Jason hoped it would stay that way. Who did Bruce think he was?