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A/N: This was inspired by the Wedding Wishes video on YouTube.
Since we don't know if the Captain will survive yet, for the purposes of my story he will. Also, Nick hasn't lost his powers. Yet.
Candy was awaked by her phone buzzing at 8 a.m. on Thanksgiving. She turned over to grab it and nearly fell off Monroe's couch. She had crashed there the night before, after having been invited to supper with them and Monroe's parents. She groaned as she looked at the screen. Why was Drew calling her this early? She couldn't believe he was up this early on a day he didn't have to work. She accepted the face time call, but instead of Drew, it was a chubby cheeked little boy on the other end. She recognized him from a picture Drew had of his sister's family.
"Who are you?" he asked immediately.
"I'm Candy," she said. "Are you Alexander?"
"No, I'm Batman," the boy said seriously.
"Really?"
He nodded.
"It's nice to meet you, Batman," she replied, hiding a smile.
"Are you Tiyo's girlfriend? There is a heart by your name in his phone," Alexander said.
Candy paused. That was a good question. One they had never talked about. "Maybe you should ask your Tiyo that. Where is he?"
"Asleep," Alex answered. "If he says no, do you want to be my girlfriend? I have four."
"Well, I don't know if I want to be girlfriend number five," she laughed.
"Hey Batman, what are you doing in here?" she heard Drew ask.
"Talking to your girlfriend," he answered. "Grandma Nanita says get up."
"Talking…, give me that." A few seconds later, Drew appeared on the screen. "Oh, good. He was talking to my girlfriend."
"Is that what I am?" Candy asked.
"I think so," he replied. "If you want to be, anyway."
"Well, I don't know," she replied. "I did just get the same proposal from Batman. I mean, you're cute and all, but he's Batman. I would have to be girlfriend number five though. I guess I'll stick with you."
"What other embarrassing things did he tell you?"
"That I have a heart by my name in your phone," she said.
"Just to move it from right above Captain Renard's name. That's not a mistake I ever want to make," he said, almost blushing.
"Sure," she teased. "When will you be home?"
"Saturday afternoon. Want to come over?" he asked.
"Of course," she replied.
"Good. I can't wait to see you. Now I have to go strangle Batman," he said.
Candy was sitting at Monroe's kitchen counter, telling Rosalee about the Resistance fighter that had landed in the shop two days earlier. She had only been able to leave a note about the missing money for Rosalee the next day. Unlike she had told Wu, she hadn't sent him to Monroe's, but to a Resistance safe house. What she had told the man was true. She wasn't involved. Or at least, she tried not to be involved, but her family had been part of the Resistance since before she was born and it was hard not to pick up on things.
"Did he say what he did?" Rosalee asked.
"I don't know. I couldn't exactly talk to him," she said. "Drew was right there."
"Oh that's not good," Monroe said, looking up from the pot he was stirring on the stove. "What did you say?"
"I was freaking out. Fortunately, the dude was acting like he was tripping balls so Drew thought he was high. I went with that. I told him that Freddy was an ex-addict with a habit of giving shelter to other addicts and some just hadn't gotten the word that Freddy's gone," she said.
"Did he buy it?" Monroe asked.
"Yeah, that dude was seriously tripping, it just wasn't on crack," she said. "I think he was hopped up on Jay."
"Well, that's good then," Monroe said. "You know, not the Jay part, but the convenient excuse part."
"Yeah, until it happens again," Candy said. "And instead of some jacked up Mouzhertz, it's somebody like Ian, speaking perfect English and showing themself as a wesen."
"It's not like he would see them in woge unless they wanted him to," Monroe said.
"Yes, but they could be spouting off about the Lauefer and the Royals, or worse. It could get very tricky," Rosalee said.
"Yep." She laid her head down on the counter. "This is such a mess."
"So, again, it's not like Wu would see a wesen unless they intended him to," Monroe said. "It doesn't have to be a mess."
"What's a mess?" Bart said, coming downstairs. "Got any coffee?" He headed straight to the coffee pot and poured a cup before taking a seat next to Candy. "What's wrong with her? Did you try to make her eat vegan bacon? Seriously, son, just no."
"Boy troubles," Rosalee said.
"He's 26. That's hardly a boy," Candy spoke up. "And do we have to discuss my problems with everybody?"
"I'm not everybody," Bart replied. "I'm…" Well, your sister's father-in-law was getting close to everybody territory. He thought for a moment. "I got it. I'm your father-in-law once removed."
That did get a laugh from Candy.
"Now, what's the problem?"
"Long or short version?" Candy asked, head still down.
"Honestly, short. I haven't had enough coffee for long," Bart replied. "And sit up. I don't like talking to a ponytail."
"He's kehrsheite," she said, raising her head up.
"So? Tell him what you are, then he'll be kehrsheite-schlich-kennen. Problem solved," Bart said.
"Eh. Uh-uh, Dad, she can't do that," Monroe said. "That would be, that would be very, very bad."
"Why not?" he demanded. "Lots of wesen have relationships with kehrsheite-schlich-kennen."
"Most kehrsheite haven't been under a zaubertrunk or came face to face with a fully woged Aswang, either," Monroe countered.
"He came face to face with an Aswang and you think a Fuchsbau will be a problem?" Bart asked.
"It put him a mental institution," Rosalee said.
"It would put me in a mental institution," Bart replied then turned to Candy. "Do you love him?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, maybe."
"Does he love you?"
"Again, I don't know," she said. "We've only been dating about four months. We haven't really discussed it. He just now called me his girlfriend this morning and I'm pretty sure that's only because Batman put him on the spot."
"Batman?"
"His nephew, Alex, apparently he's batman," Candy explained.
"Ah, well, family connections aside," Bart said. "If he loves you then he knows it. I knew Alice was the one for me after two dates. If he loves you then he will understand and accept it."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Well," Bart shrugged. "Then he'll probably end up back in an institution."
"And if I love him, I would never take that chance," Candy replied, glumly.
"All I can say, Honey, is you have to follow your heart. Love who you love. If someone had told me six months ago that a Blutbad and a Fuchsbau could be happy together, and that they could be friends with a Grimm, I would have asked what you were smoking, but here we are, proof that it works. I'd hate to see you throw away something out of fear," he concluded, "And if that boy doesn't love you, then he's an idiot, and I don't think you should be dating stupid boys like that." He squeezed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. "What's for breakfast?"
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