"I take it she doesn't do much else anymore…" Barbara prompted. "Has she moved at all in the last week?"
Anthony's eyes wandered out through the window, into the garden where Pam knelt, weeding what didn't need weeding, replanting what was already perfectly content. "I'm surprised she even came to the funeral," he murmured, still wearing his dark suit from that very occasion.
"She was quiet there, too," Barbara remarked. "Remind me what happened, again? Why it all went downhill so quickly?"
Jo sighed, dropping her straw from her mouth to answer the question. "The vaccine Mom gave her all those years ago tied Ma's immunity to Poison Ivy's specific toxicity. Overtime, Ma's immune response became sort of…synergistic with Mom's presence. Eventually acting as its own booster shot. So when Mom left her…"
"She took her immunities with her…" Barbara realized.
Anthony nodded gravely. "And because her immune system was so overworked all those years, taking away the booster essentially crippled her entire immune system."
"Christ," Dick massaged his temples. "I trust you haven't told her."
"Fuck no," Jo almost laughed, but it came out fairly nasty in its tone. "What do you take us for? Complete fucking idiots? The city would be leveled in a self-destructive fit of rage by now if we'd told her."
"You're not worried about the…" Barbara nodded at the various plants that surrounded them. "They've been known to gossip, I hear."
"They know what's best for her," Anthony murmured. "They know this would ruin her as much as we do."
Dick cleared his throat, changing the subject as best he could. "I can't believe you actually sang Wannabe, Anthony," he said with a chuckle.
"She was—um—pretty specific," Anthony told him. "Said she'd find a way to haunt me if I failed to sing Spice Girls at her funeral."
"I'm just worried about her," Barbara exhaled, still watching Pam. "She worked so hard to get here…I just…I can't stand the thought of her being lonely."
"It's a bummer she hates animals," Dick remarked. "I've heard they can be helpful in a time of grief."
"Well, she liked cats alright," Anthony said with a now rare smile. "Kept that dark-haired one around for a while."
Barbara and Dick laughed, but Jo's reaction was to suddenly shoot up from her chair, leaving it clattering behind her on the ground. "Wait, I have an idea." She grabbed Anthony's hand, pulling him up from his chair as well. "We'll be right back. You guys babysit."
/
Pam silently dug her trowel into the dirt, turning it over and packing it down again. Just like she'd been doing for the last hour. The wet dirt never failing to fall back into place. The surface once again unmarred, no matter how many times she disturbed it.
"Jo, would you knock it off?" Harley scolded. "You're getting sand in the food."
"Good—I'm not hungry." Jo picked up another handful of sand, launching it across the blanket at her brother.
"Jolene…" Harley narrowed her eyes, her tone stern. "Do it again and I'll throw you into the ocean."
Jo giggled. "But it's cold, Mama."
"Mhm…" Harley acknowledged slowly, watching as the girl cautiously filled her palm again, eyeing Harley the entire time, even as she, again, threw the sand at Anthony—hitting him in the face this time, dirtying his glasses.
"Jolene!" Anthony complained.
"That's it," Harley huffed, standing up from the blanket, Pam catching her sandwich as it fell off her lap.
Jo was already screaming, running up the sand bank rather than towards the water…but Harley made short work of the space between them, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist and hosting her up over her shoulder.
"No! Mama, put me down!" Jo screamed in between fits of hysterical laugher as Harley carried her into the waves.
Anthony was cleaning off his glasses, his bottom lip pouting in trademark Quinzel style when Pam's attention flitted back to him.
"Did she get any in your eye?" she asked.
"No," Anthony grumbled, pushing the glasses back onto his face. "I hope Mama leaves her out there," he said, watching Harley and Jo brace against the crashing waves. "Maybe Aquaman can adopt her."
They used to try and make it to the beach at least once a month…sometimes Harley would have to take the kids alone, though, because Pam's Wayne Enterprises or S.T.A.R. Labs jobs occasionally kept her on the weekends…
Harley always sent pictures, though. She'd mastered the selfie. Harley's blonde hair falling casually over her shoulders, a wide smile on her face as Jo climbed over her back in that old Powerpuff Girls rash guard…Anthony smirking beside her, sometimes holding Harley's hand...'
In Pam's favorite, Harley had tasked Jo with taking the photo, so it came out a bit blurry, but Harley could be seen planting a kiss on Anthony's cheek while the boy smiled happily, his hair wet from the ocean.
Pam had printed them all, bound them into a photo album, one of many she kept. She was sure someday she'd be able to look at a photo featuring Harley without crying, but not yet. She could barely even look at Harley's clothes in the closet, or her side of the bed, or her shampoo in the shower.
Jo had slept at the foot of their bed that first night, Pam clutching Harley's pillow, breathing in whatever remnants of her scent remained.
She couldn't get out of the car for the funeral that morning. Anthony had been forced to carry her, and she'd stood in the back with Barbara for the entirety of the service, gripping the younger woman's hand…the younger woman that now looked old enough to be her Mother.
Pam had watched as both her children struggled through their speeches, Anthony requiring more than a few pauses to collect himself.
Duke had wrapped him up in a strong hug when he'd returned to his seat, Damian giving him a firm pat on the back.
It was an image Pam imagined Harley would have loved. One that would have probably made her cry irrationally. She'd always been so quick to tears, her heart so easy to access…
Pam raised her head when she heard the gate open, watching her children file into the back yard, Jo closing the gate behind them.
"You don't have anything to plant," Jo pointed out, one hand behind her back.
"I'm weeding," Pam mumbled, despite the fact she obviously wasn't weeding. "I don't need any help," she answered preemptively. Her children and all her grandchildren had suddenly taken a passionate interest in gardening after Harley died. She knew it wasn't genuine. Knew it was just to help her feel less lonely. And she wasn't sure if that made her feel better or worse about it.
"That's fine," Jo knelt down in front of her, though Pam still hadn't raised her eyes. "I need your help, though."
Pam blinked, frowning slightly as she finally lifted her head to look. Jo smiled pleasantly, her eyes still puffy from earlier that morning, and brought her hand out from behind her back, setting the yellow flower Pam brought home from the alien planet in front of her. The one with the blue eye.
"My friend here got a little lost," Jo told her. "Me and Tony thought you could find her a new home."
"B—but," Pam didn't understand. "Jo, I left that with Kara in the specimen garden."
"Yeah…" Jo bit her lip, pushing the potted plant towards her across the flattened dirt. "And I convinced Wonder Woman that it was in the flower's best interest to be closer to you. She needs protecting, being that she's entirely unique. Aaaannndddd," she looked up at Anthony with a grin, whose large hands were cupped carefully in front of him. "We found somebody to help you out."
On cue, Anthony knelt down as well, muddying his slacks, but not seeming to care.
Pam watched him curiously as he slowly opened his hands. A small meow escaped through his fingers as a black kitten popped its little head out to get a look at the world. It had big, round green eyes, and yawned, making a barely discernable sighing sound.
"We weren't sure what you'd want to name it, but—,"
"Kitty," Pam whispered, tears having gathered in her eyes. She quickly held out her hands, and Anthony carefully passed her the kitten, smiling as he did. Sniffing, she raised the kitten to eye level, marveling at how still it sat, how it watched her with an apparent intelligence. "You remind me of someone."
Pam smiled softly through her tears when the kitten swiped at her. "You really remind me of someone."
/
Jo's boots slammed down on the metal roof, the thief still a building ahead of her. They'd had a head start, after all. Although Jo suspected 'they' were a girl, and not just because she hadn't run into many male jewel thieves in her time. She knew they had to exist, Hollywood kept making movies about them, so she was sure she'd run into one eventually. But tonight didn't seem like that night.
"Any idea what they stole?"
"Well yeah, she left the security cameras on—to show off, I guess," Carrie told her, and Jo could hear the sounds of a keyboard clacking in the background.
"So it is a she?" Jo launched to the next building, landing in a roll and continuing her pursuit. "How do you know?"
"Umm…she's wearing really tight leather? And I'm not blind?"
Jo laughed through her labored breaths, watching as the thief grabbed onto the fire escape of the building in front of them, and began to quickly scale it. "Caroline Whitmore, you dog…"
"Hey! I'm allowed to have eyes!"
Rolling her own, Jo climbed onto the fire escape just as the thief had reached the top, pulling herself up and over the ledge onto the roof. "Damn, this fucker's fast," she lamented.
"Sorta reminds me of—,"
Jo didn't get to hear the rest of her sentence, as she'd just reached the top of the building, and was immediately met with a cinderblock to the face.
The force of the blow knocked her off the fire escape, but a quick grappling gun ensured she didn't fall to her death.
"Remind me to thank Karen for the durability upgrade."
"Will do."
"Now, who the fuck…" Jo threw a batarang at the woman's feet just as she was about to jump to the next building, tripping her up. The thief was able to recover and continue on her way before Jo could make up the ground, but it did provide her a pretty good look at her suit. "What the…? Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me," Jo slowed to a stop, retracting her mask to yell: "Daisy Mae, it is so past your bedtime!"
"You never established one!" Daisy called back over her shoulder as she scaled the next building.
"I established a curfew! They're synonyms, for all intents and purposes!" Jo started at a run towards the edge, launching off and deploying her wings once she was in the air, gliding directly towards Daisy where she was climbing up the ivy that clung to the building.
She landed with her boots only inches from Daisy's sides, but before she could fall alone, her climbing spikes sprung from her wrists, and Jo used them to cut away the ivy serving as Daisy's hand-hold, sending them both plummeting to the ground.
"Mom!" Jo shouted as they fell, and all of a sudden, that same plant came to life, ripping away from the building at the bottom to wrap around them, and carry them safely back down to the roof below them.
"But you—you don't even have plant powers!" Daisy complained as the vines wrapped tighter around her, binding her arms.
"Nah, just an over-bearing Mother," Jo said, dusting her hands off as the vines released her, slithering to tie Daisy's hands behind her back, but not before Jo yanked the bag off her shoulders. "If I were to send Carrie to investigate, would she notice my Mother-in-law's suit is missing from its case?" she asked as she yanked open the bag, reaching inside to find two rather substantial diamond necklaces.
"Fits pretty well, huh?" Daisy squirmed, trying to shake the vines, but falling flat on her butt when Jo kicked her feet out from under her. "Ow."
"That's for the cinderblock," Jo informed her, dropping the necklaces back into the bag and tossing it aside, before sitting down next to her, both their feet dangling off the edge of the building that looked down into the dirty alleyway below. "You want to tell me what you're doing running around, stealing chunk change at 3am?"
Daisy rolled her eyes, refusing to look at her. "I can't believe Grandma sided with you."
Jo sighed, tapping on the vines until they took the hint and uncoiled, giving Daisy the freedom to leave if she wanted to. But the girl sat still, eyes cast downward. "Sucks feeling powerless," Jo murmured.
Again, Daisy didn't answer.
"Umm…" Jo squinted ahead of them, tapping her gloved fingers on the ledge beside her. "15 is sort of a…cursed age in this family. I just—think you should be aware of that."
"What do you mean?" Daisy murmured.
"Well…" Jo took a deep breath. "For Ma, it was the year she slept with her gymnastics coach and got booted from the trials. For me, it was…the last year of my childhood. The year I gave it away, or had it taken from me. You can take your pick, really. More than a few opinions on either side. And for you…" she glanced over at her daughter. "It's the year you lost your last mortal grandparent." When Daisy did nothing but swallow, Jo went on to ask: "Is that what this is about?"
Daisy shrugged, mumbling: "I don't like that my family's getting smaller."
Jo chuckled. "So…Catgirl is the answer, then? She's gonna fix it?"
"Pfft, pretty rich coming from you, Hellbat," Daisy scoffed. "The glass walls of your house are paper thin."
Unable to help herself, Jo laughed at that too. "OK, I was making a joke. But originality has never been a strong suit in our family, so Catgirl it is, I guess."
"Well, congrats on being—like—so cool and edgy, Mom," Daisy mocked.
With an affectionate sigh, Jo let her gaze wander out of the alley and into the empty street. "I was 18 when I came up with that name." she told her. "Do you want to know why I chose it? Besides being—like—so cool and edgy."
Daisy rolled her eyes. "I got a feeling you're going to tell me anyway."
Jo snorted, shaking her head. "The Hellbat was the name of one of your Grandpa's old suits. Far and away the coolest one he ever owned. It gave him the abilities of an elite metahuman, just like his Justice League peers."
Daisy raised an eyebrow, finally glancing over at her. "You serious?"
"Mhm," Jo confirmed with a nod. "But it drained him. Literally, when he put it on, it would begin to slowly suck the life out of him. He eventually had to destroy it, it was so toxic. So…" she leaned back on her elbows, looking over at Daisy now. "I decided that was sort of the perfect metaphor for me. Really pretty—just like that suit. Capable too—the best and worst of my parents, like the suit enabled Bruce to be with the Justice League."
"But?"
"But I drained the life out of people," Jo murmured. "See…I'm not poison; I'm toxic. And no one is immune."
Daisy looked like she was deciding whether or not to frown. "That's…pretty fucking morbid, Mom. And even more messed up you still call yourself that."
Jo shrugged. "I think…sometimes you make choices you just can't come back from. No matter where you end up in your heart, you can't control other people's opinions of you. Can't control how your decisions will affect people. So I say do your best, and forget the rest. Because what's the fuckin' point otherwise."
Daisy squinted. "OK, I gotta level with you here—I'm not totally sure what to do with all that."
"What do you want to do, Daisy?" Jo asked a simpler question. "Is stealing jewelry your life's ambition? The world is your oyster, so what are your goals in life?"
Daisy shrugged. "Fuck bitches, get money?"
Jo blinked in surprise, holding her daughter's gaze for just long enough to know the girl was serious before she burst out laughing and pulled herself up to her feet. "Ignore everything I just said," Jo laughed. "Clearly, you don't need any parental wisdom. Seems like you've got it all figured out."
"Wait," Daisy looked up at her confusedly. "You're not going to scold me or anything?"
"Nah," Jo closed her mask. "There are worse ways to deal with your teen angst, believe me. But here's the deal, alright? This is your last free pass. If I ever catch you again, I'm dropping you off in front of the police station, just like I do with all my other perps. Same goes for your siblings, your Dad, and your cousin. You're fair game, you understand me? So if you're gonna do something—like, you know, this something—make sure you do it well." She changed the channel on her comm. "Hey, Terry? I've got a heist in progress downtown. Assailant is female, wearing all black…"
Daisy was on her feet already, grabbing the backpack off the ground without losing momentum, and jumping onto the dumpster in the alley below, rolling off of it and sprinting away once her boots hit the pavement.
"What's that, Mom?"
"Nothing," Jo watched her disappear around the corner. "As you were."
/
Damian leaned against the glass case, squinting thoughtfully as he sipped his mug of coffee—or his 'priss piss' as Jo liked to call it, seeing as how it was always equal parts cream and actual coffee.
Jo approached him from behind, her suit in hand, having changed into a pair of sweatpants and a baggy Stanford sweatshirt her brother had given her. "You're not going to sleep?"
Damian shook his head, watching her reflection in the glass as he hung up her suit on the other side of the hallway, the one reserved for suits of heroes currently in rotation. "Are you aware your Mother is sleeping on the couch in Harleen's office?"
"It's her first day back at the tower," Jo explained, shutting her case. "Anthony and I are dropping her off at the shuttle site. You want to carpool?"
"Does she want me to?" Damian raised an eyebrow as she walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.
"Not sure she cares at this point," Jo murmured, her head resting on his shoulder blade. "What are you doing?"
He once again studied the suit in front of him, his eyes running over the billowing blood stains, the torn fabric at the navel… "I like the blue."
Jo nodded. "Yeah, me too."
Delilah entered the hallway with a sigh, her feet dragging heavily, still wearing her Robin shoes. "Hey," she greeted tiredly, plopping down to pull them off her feet, her green and yellow costume (a slightly different color scheme than the one Terry used) laying across her lap.
Damian's eyes followed her. "Rough night?"
Lilah shrugged, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her compression shirt. "I just miss Nana, is all. And it's weird cuz she's the one I'd talk to about it, ya know?"
Damian knew how hard this loss was hitting her. As hard as the loss of Bruce had hit Terry, like Selina's had affected Daisy…but Delilah was older. She understood the weight of the situation—the truth—better than her siblings had been able to at the time of Bruce and Selina's passing.
"Do you like blue, Delilah?" he prompted.
"Duh," she mumbled, focused on untying her shoes. "It's my favorite color."
Jo let her arms slip away from Damian's torso, crossing them to watch their daughter as well, and raising an eyebrow. "How old are you, again?"
"15," Lilah sighed, getting to her feet and opening her case to file her suit away.
"Mm," Damian nodded thoughtfully. "Did Tiffany tell you she's establishing a new alias?"
"Yeah," the girl acknowledged, keying in the code to shut her case. "Batwing…I don't even know what that means."
Damian turned to Jo then. "So blue? Can you talk to Anthony about it today? I think as soon as he can come in to get her measurements…"
"Wait, wait, wait," Lilah frowned, approaching her parents slowly, squinting one eye. "Whose measurements…?"
"Yours, of course," Damian answered like it was obvious. "Who else is going to fill the Batgirl position?"
Delilah went slack-jawed, looking quickly from her Father to her Mother. "W—no—are you serious?"
Jo shrugged. "His idea. Don't look at me…" Lilah had launched into Damian's arms before she could finish her sentence.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," she had tears in her eyes as she gripped him tighter. "I won't let you down, I promise! Or Nana. Really, pinky-swear. I'll be the best Batgirl ever—," she caught herself, face going red. "Except for Nana, of course. And you, Mom."
Damian snorted. "Not exactly a high bar…"
Jo looked like she was prepared to be offended. "Because Ma got shot?"
"Oh, no, she was fine," Damian replied quickly. "I meant because you obviously used the position to get into my pants."
"Pfft," Jo scoffed, punching him in the shoulder, shaking her head for Delilah's benefit especially. "That's total bullshit. I was just hanging around, minding my own business, having an identity crisis…and next thing I know, I'm married to this asshole."
Lilah snickered, though she trailed off when her sister entered the hallway…Catwoman suit in hand.
"What the hell have you been doing all night?" Damian questioned as she walked past him, the girl offering only a subtle nod as acknowledgment.
"Women," Daisy answered plainly.
/
Pamela sat quietly in the back seat of the car, her eyes staring blankly ahead, her hand grasping her daughter's where she sat beside her.
"So do you want to go with that same shade?" Anthony was asking, glancing at Jo in the rear-view mirror.
"I think so, yeah," she answered. "Obviously the design has to be updated, congruent with the rest of us, but I think a more classic look on top of the coloring will be a cool homage. She needs to feel connected to her somehow, you know?"
Pam nodded, even though the prompt hadn't been addressed to her.
"If you want that same grey for the body, I'm going to have to purchase more material," Anthony told them. "It'll up the budget."
"That's fine," Damian assured him from the passenger seat. "Can you get the sketches to me by next week?"
"I don't see why not…" Anthony exhaled, making the final turn and arriving at the departure site, pulling to a stop in the seemingly vacant, unassuming parking structure.
Jo squeezed Pam's hand, offering her a smile. "You got your lunch?"
"I won't be hungry," Pam murmured, glancing down at their hands.
"Oh, sure you will," Anthony encouraged from the driver's seat, turning around to give her a reassuring smile. "I got your favorite salad from that spot down on the corner. It's got the mandarin oranges you like."
"I got you a salad. The one with the little oranges," Harley pointed to a container on the table. "Dressing on the side."
Pam didn't move from where she stood, just looked from Harleen to the children.
"You could…eat it in the greenhouse, if you want." Harley offered, sensing Pam's continued discomfort around her. She watched curiously as Pam nervously squeezed the side of her leg. "Pamela…would you like to hold Jolene?"
Pam blinked, her eyes traveling slowly up her daughter's arm until she met her eyes. "Will you…walk with me?"
"Oh, sure, no problem," Jo smiled, popping the door open, Anthony and Damian following suit.
Pam stepped out gingerly herself, studying her feet for a moment as she heard the other four doors slam shut. And then Anthony's hand was on her back, guiding her gently towards the elevator in front of them.
"I called Kara," he told her as Jo and Damian followed them into the elevator, Jo pressing the button for the roof. "She said she's really excited to see you. I guess she's been trying to take care of the specimen garden while you were away, but she doesn't quite have your green thumb."
"Get it, Mom?" Jo nudged her, making an attempt at playfulness. "Green thumb? Because your thumb is literally—,"
"Yes, I get it," Pam acknowledged, her lips turning upwards into what could only be called a smile if the viewer were feeling especially generous.
Jo rocked back on her heels and Damian cleared his throat, before saying, "Pamela, I'm wondering if you have any free time this week."
Pam looked over at him, puzzled. "Why?"
"Well…Daisy is—,"
"She's a slut, Mom," Jo finished for him. "Honestly, like, I'm all for sexual freedom, and thank God she's gay so you can love me again. But sometimes that can turn a corner. Get a bit…destructive. The sleeping around thing, not her Lebanese fluency."
"I'm not sure how I'll be able to help with that…" Pam said. "I've only consensually slept with three people in my life, one of which I was married to for 54 years."
"But you're Poison Ivy," Damian reminded her. "I'm sure you could muster some imagination, yeah?"
"I suppose," Pam sighed…though, in truth, she realized she was already looking forward to it. "You can bring her by the house tomorrow."
Frowning, Anthony said: "I don't see why you can't help her out with that, Jo. You had a few experimental years, right?"
Jo shook her head. "I experimented with murdering people, not with sex. Only ever slept with Jason and that guy," she nodded over at Damian.
As much as this conversation should have made Pam uncomfortable, she oddly liked feeling…casual, for a moment. And her children were grown adults. Adults with children of their own. This topic…shouldn't be off-limits. Harley would have certainly participated.
"I think…" Anthony squinted. "8 for me. Well…8 and a half, but I don't want to get into that."
Jo snickered, before looking over her shoulder at Damian. "What about you?"
Damian pursed his lips. "That's personal."
"Oh, come on," Jo prodded, turning to face him fully. "I promise you I don't care."
Rolling his eyes, Damian sighed, "One."
"No," Jo laughed as the elevator dinged. "I mean before me."
"One," Damian repeated, stepping out onto the roof…Jo, Anthony and Pam not following, as they were presently preoccupied with staring at him.
"Dude, what?" it was Anthony who spoke first. "Weren't you like 23 when you guys hooked up?"
"Yes," Damian answered like that was a stupid question. "I don't see what the problem is."
"Damian Wayne is officially off the market," Pam read aloud.
Harley laughed. "I mean—I guess that's newsworthy…pretty sure that fucker's still a virgin." She looked over at Pam (who had yet to laugh at her joke) and found any traces of a smile had melted off of her face. "Who is it?" Harley prompted.
Pam actually laughed out loud then, and the sound surprised everyone. Even her. She hadn't laughed in three months. Honestly hadn't thought she'd ever laugh again. But that…Harley had called it! How could she not laugh at that? It was hilarious.
Jolene, for her part, didn't seem to find it funny at all. She just stood there, blinking, like she was attempting to somehow find her bearings. "I just…I thought you were…excited because it was—it was me."
"Yes, excited it was you," Anthony was laughing now too. "An anatomically correct, mostly human woman. Congratulations, Jo, you matched all the criteria."
"Oh, fuck you," Jo and Damian said in unison.
Ignoring them, Anthony nodded, encouraging Pam forward, and she stepped out into the early morning sunlight, breathing in the fresh air that you can only really get in Gotham at this elevation.
The Watchtower shuttle utilized the same technology as Wonder Woman's invisible jet, meaning that, although they couldn't see it, Pam knew it was already there waiting for them. It would appear once they got close enough and it verified she and Damian's identities.
Anthony handed her the canvas bag he'd packed her lunch in. "There's some orange juice in there too. With pulp," he added. "Freshly squeezed, of course."
Jo leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Have a good day, alright? I'll be back to pick you guys up tonight. 6 o'clock."
Pam nodded, gripping the bag in her hand and glancing from Jo to Anthony. "OK."
Damian was attempting to give Jo a kiss now, but she made a pointed evasive maneuver, ducking out of the way, and saying "Nuh-uh, you have to kiss at least one other person before you can kiss me again."
So Damian did. He suddenly grabbed Anthony by the wrist and pulled him into a kiss that Pam could only describe as overzealous. He pushed Anthony away when he'd had his fill, turning to Jo with an eyebrow raised. "Happy?"
"Um—no!" Jo lamented. "Nice going, now I gotta start shipping you guys."
Pointedly wiping his mouth, Anthony moved on. "You got this," he assured Pam, squeezing her wrist. "You know there was nothing Ma was prouder of than the fact you worked for the Justice League. She'd want you to get back in the swing of things."
With an unexpected smile on her lips, Pam looked between her children, even stole a glance at Damian as he begrudgingly settled for Jo's cheek and started towards the shuttle. "I love you," Pam murmured.
Anthony smiled, pulling her in for a hug. "We love you too, Mom."