A/N: Thank you so much to anyone who's read this far. You're awesome. ;P Also, I learned how to put in breaklines. (YEAH!) I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been super busy this week, yeah, yeah, I know, it's hard to picture me with a life outside of, but it's true(oh close your mouth, its not that shocking) I'm thinking of calling her The Borrower(you'll see the reason why in this chapter) or maybe Psych. What do you all think?Anywho, disclaimer: I do NOT own DC comics, or any of the characters created by them. I DO however own Belle Grayson. Copy her and you die. *sends out bat glare*

Robin Pov:

I focused on the images on the screen. Belle's DNA certainly looked right. It was remarkably close to mine. As close as a set of fraternal twins could really be. It would be easier had we been identical, but science didn't work that way. It's impossible for a boy and a girl to be identical, because their DNA must be different. We still looked a heck of a lot alike though. I could see her DNA was human, but had been...altered. It was very crudely done. Patched together, as if done in someone's basement. Whoever had done it clearly didn't have the right tools. But, there was no doubt about it. This was my sister. I mean...you know...genetically speaking.

That didn't mean I could trust her though. I didn't know what had happened in those four years. That's a long time, and a lot can change. I, of all people, knew that. I needed to talk to her.

Pushing back my chair, I stood up and popped my back. I started to log off, deleting all evidence of my DNA in the system. I couldn't risk a hacker discovering it. Batman would so kill me if that happened.

It hit me like a bullet. Painfully, and with very little warning. One second I was standing outside the door, the next I was on the ground, clutching my skull. It felt like my brain was being ripped into shreds. Shoved in a blender. I couldn't think, couldn't even stand. And then it stopped.

The calm felt eery. Like the silence after a gunshot. The sensation was almost dreamlike. The pain had faded to a memory, my brain couldn't even feel it anymore.

I slowly got to my feet, being careful to check for dizziness. I could hear Belle moving around in the room, and I realized where the pain had come from. She had hacked my brain. I quickly pulled my tools from the side of my belt and deftly pulled the side of the panel open. But, once I could see the panel, my mind drew a blank. It was like I couldn't remember how to wire it. But that was impossible. I had been hacking and rewiring stuff for years. I was very good at it.

Then, the quiet woosh of the door opening came, and Belle was standing there.

Belle Pov:

Dick stood there for a second, looking a bit shocked, before folding his arms against his chest and turning his gaze steely. I rolled my shoulders back and lifted my chin. I resolutely glared up at him. It only took me a second to realize, I was glaring up at him. As in, he was taller than me. I honestly couldn't remember ever being the shorter sibling. I had always been exactly an inch and a half taller, a point of great pride for me, but now he was taller by about two inches. I tried to refocus my mind. I was supposed to be glaring, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't all that intimidating.

"What happened?" He asked slowly as if I was stupid, which I wasn't. According to my father I could be "obstinately stubborn", but I wasn't stupid.

"I've told you all I know." I proclaimed.

"I mean just now. I know you were in my head." He replied evenly. I stared at him, refusing to speak. "Ok Belle, how about we make a deal. I'll answer any of your questions if you'll answer mine." I made a great show of thinking it over.

"You'll answer honestly." I stated.

"Depends on how honest you are."

"Fair enough. Throw in a plate a spaghetti and you've got a deal." I agreed before thrusting out my hand.

Robin Pov:

I sat on one side, while she sat on the other. I just watched as my sister ate her spaghetti. I didn't really see why she needed a new one, there was still a whole plate on the nightstand next to the bed, but apparently it was too cold. After a moment, she swallowed and looked up at me.

"Do you want to go first or should I?" She asked casually.

"How did you get into my head?" I asked quickly. She studied me for a moment, as if I had said something strange.

"How do you know it was me?" She inquired.

"I could feel someone in my head. I was right outside your door, and I saw what happened to Wally. Who else could it be?"

She studied me for a moment. I had a strange feeling that she was looking right into my soul, and at this point, I wasn't sure that was entirely impossible. "I'm not quite sure. It's..." She trailed off as if unsure of how much to tell me. I nodded my head in a 'go on' gesture.

"It's strange, sometimes I can feel people in ny head, but sometimes it goes away. And it's not necessarily everyone at once either. Back in the alleyway, I could feel the man's presence, and yours, but not Kid Flash' s or the woman's. I could only feel Artemis presence on the bioship even though I could hear everyone through the link, and after that I couldn't feel anyone. Well, until just now. I was looking for a way out, and I could feel you walk by. I don't know how I got the information. I just kind of wanted it, and then my head started hurting, but the information went away, about a second after I finished the board. I-"

"Wait." I cut her off. "What information?"

"Hacking. How else do you think I got out?" Belle cocked an eyebrow.

"How did you get it?" I demanded. She just rolled her eyes.

"I don't know. I could feel you walking down the hall and I needed information on how to rewire the board, then my head was hurting and I just sorta...had it." She shrugged at me. That was it though. That was why the board had made zero sense to me. She borrowed the information.