Chapter 3: The Ginger from Star City

It's been a few silent moments since Dick's outburst and he has not made any movements of speaking or just… reacting in general, so Allison decided to take the initiative.

"Also, I've realized that literally nobody has called you the Dark Squire. Like, absolutely nobody. Well, not anybody in public, that is. So I've decided to make some profit off of my genius and sold the name to like every news station in Gotham. And a few nation-wide ones, too. They're actually offering a greater price than I thought, but since you are the superhero in question, I'll let you in at ten percent of the-"

"You can't know!" Dick suddenly shouted. Allison paused and looked at her friend again. His eyes were open wide and all signs of joking were erased from his face. The young girl was taken aback; she has never seen her friend this afraid before. She thought he would be a little angry or upset (and proud, because let's face it, Allison figured out Batman's identity), but not scared.

"You can't know. You were never supposed to know." Dick started to frantically pace back and forth, right in front of Allison. Her confused eyes followed his every movement. Dick continued to mutter what seemed like a small debate. Allison's mouth was open wide but said nothing, almost as if the ability to speak was lost to her.

Eventually, Dick seemed to come to some conclusion and turned towards Allison. His stare was hard and unmoving. His posture seemed to straighten in seconds. Allison realized she wasn't standing in front of the Dick she became best friends with—this was Robin.

"How did you find out?" Allison physically took a step back. His voice was as strict as his stare. She just stood there, mouth still gaping open in shock, until she recognized she had yet to answer the question.

"Well," she managed to force out, "It wasn't really that hard. I mean, the absences and injuries were weird and definitely stood out a little, but it wasn't until the Mad Hatter when I realized… it was you." She shrugged with a small, humorless laugh.

Dick's only reaction was his eyes widening by a fraction. She was surprised she even caught onto that small of a reaction. "What gave it away?"

A small smile appeared on her face, "A couple of things, actually. All things only someone close to you would know, however, so don't go worrying you did something wrong. I just know you too well. Are… you mad?" She knew it was dumb, but his reaction to her revelation made her hesitant.

Maybe I shouldn't have told him. Ugh, I feel so stupid!

Allison bit her lip worriedly as she waited for Dick's response. She lowered her gaze as the time seemed to pass far too slowly. A small snort brought her attention up.

Dick had a remorseful smile placed on his face. He was slowly shaking his head in disbelief. "How could I be mad? Does my pride hurt? Honestly, a little," Allison chuckled, "A freaking eight-year-old figured out the one thing I was ordered never to reveal. To be frank, it's kind of awesome. And impressive. How did you figure this out while fully-grown adults have been trying for ages?"

Her eyes lit up at the compliment and Allison couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride. She said, "Simple, but a girl has to keep some secrets. Also, I'm nine, we've been over this. And I have a question."

Dick looked unsurprised, "I figured," he said with a sigh, "Ask away."

"How does Alfred fit into all of this? I'm not going to ask if he knows because, let's be honest, Alfred knows everything."

"Well, we call him Agent A. If there is something we need found out on the Bat-Computer, or if we need directions to someplace, we go to him. He also gives us cookies after patrol every Sunday night."

"…The only thing I got out of that is that there is a Bat-Computer."

"So, what?"

"Dick, you have to let me on it!"

"No. Absolutely not. Nope, no way."

"Dick, I am unfriending you if you do not allow me to go on the Bat-Computer."

"You can't unfriend me!"

"I can and I will. Please, Dick, this Bat-Computer has to be so high-tech. Does it have every criminal file from Gotham? What about the country? The world? How far does its signal reach? Dick, I have so many questions that can only be answered by me going on the Bat-Computer. Can I please go on it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, farther than you can imagine, and no." The sudden addition to Dick and Allison's conversation made Allison jump into the air with a squeak. She turned to the doorway and saw Mr. Wayne standing there.

She had two choices here. She could either visibly show she is deadly terrified of the knowledge of who Bruce Wayne really is or satisfy her curiosity. She, of course, went for the obvious choice.

"Can the signal reach the other side of the planet?" She hesitantly asked.

"Try outside the planet." Allison's mouth dropped open as she stood in wonder.

She had to get onto that computer.

OoO

"—I was supposed to work on this school project with Dick at his house, which is why I was there. By the time I realized something was wrong, I was already in the living room and saw Mr. Wayne and Dick restrained. I didn't really think; I just went to untie them. Thankfully, I fully untied Mr. Wayne when the robbers came into the room. Mr. Wayne managed to incapacitate the robbers, we called you guys, and here we are." She said with a small wave of her hand.

Captain Gordon stood in front of Allison, taking her full statement of what happened. "How did Mr. Wayne manage to incapacitate the intruders?"

Allison hesitated a quick second before shrugging, "I mean it wasn't extravagant or anything. He picked up this expensive vase and smashed it on the back of the lady's head. She went out cold. It was pretty cool."

Captain Gordon nodded and eventually left after double-checking she was alright. When he left her sight, Allison slumped with a sigh of relief. She was glad Mr. Wayne gave her a cover-story or else she would have not known what to do.

After nerding out a little about the super-computer that had to be in the Wayne Manor somewhere, Mr. Wayne informed her of what she would say to the cops when they questioned her. He also gave her a hard stare that scared Allison to death as he left the room which told her their conversation was far from over.

Now, she is in one of the parlors simply… sitting there. She has no idea what to do, but she has too many unanswered questions to be satisfied.

It was when Alfred came in and divulged that he was taking her to her house when she realized she had to wait to ask her questions.

Allison tried to ask Alfred some of her already-existing questions and new ones like, "Where are Mr. Wayne and Dick at?" and "Where is the Bat-Computer? Alfred, I need to know."

Predictably, he stayed quiet.

Freaking British butlers.

Dick refused to answer his phone for the whole weekend. Allison was a second away from barging into the Manor to demand answers. She would have if her parents didn't make a surprise visit back home and dropped the bomb that they were hosting a gala that night.

Her parents also said that Mr. Wayne and his ward were supposed to make an attendance, but they sent one of Wayne Industry's Chair Members instead. The man said it had to do with family matters.

Family matters. Allison almost laughed aloud when she heard that excuse.

But without her usual partner in crime around, the gala was going to be absolutely dreadful. The only upside was watching the adults stumble around, obviously drunk. She was also able to hear juicy gossip, which was a plus.

She could see Captain Gordon talking about some boring adult stuff with a bunch of boring adults, but seeing him with no plus one pointed out something obvious. (Not that he is still single, even though he is.) It meant that Barbara wasn't there.

She fished out her phone from her mini purse and saw that Babs actually texted her saying she was sick. She glared at her phone for a moment more before she released a groan. It was very loud, as well. Plenty of people turned their heads to stare at her in concern. She would have assured them she's fine, but she's honestly done with all of these fake smiles and fakes laughs and fake conversations and—

"Excuse me, are you Allison James?"

She turned her head, expecting to find some perverted middle-aged man to match with the baritone voice she heard behind her, only to see someone who made this monotonous party a bit more exciting with merely his presence.

He was tall with long, auburn hair. His kind and welcoming expression contradicted his muscular built. He was obviously already a teenager, but she could understand if someone mistook him as a young adult. His azure eyes were filled with something Allison was quite familiar with: mischief.

It took some time to stop herself from staring any longer and recognize she was asked a question.

"Perhaps," two could play the mischief game. She was best friends with Dick, after all, "And you are?"

"Roy. Roy Harper. A pleasure." He gave her a small grin of which she quickly returned. She offered him her hand for a handshake. Though her grin was quickly replaced with a startled look when he kissed her offered hand. She snatched her hand from his grip and rapidly wiped it against her dress. Nope, she's too young to date.

Roy chuckled and brushed his messy hair with his hand, "Sorry, it's not every day that I see a beautiful girl by herself."

Allison crossed her arms and hummed with understanding. One of her eyebrows rose as she asked, "And are you aware said beautiful girl is only nine-years-old?"

Roy's quick change of expressions was almost humorous. His cool and honestly kind of handsome façade transformed into a bewildered look. "Nine! Dick said you were 14!"

Her risen eyebrow remained in place, "And do I look like I'm 14?"

Roy opened and closed his mouth a few times before settling on an apologetic front. "Sorry about that, James. Clearly, I misunderstood… everything."

Allison snorted and took a sip of her water, "It's good, Harper. Dick can honestly be such a troll sometimes."

"That's an understatement. Ugh, I flirted with a nine-year-old." Roy sat next to her in an empty seat and dramatically threw his head into his hands.

"Yeah, I don't think that's going to be one of your brightest moments, is it?"

Roy paused and moved his hands from his face so he could analyze Allison. She started to smirk impishly. Roy continued to scrutinize her before he released a long, defeated sigh, "You're just like him, aren't you?"

Her smirk grew and she gave him an overenthusiastic nod in response.

Roy gave her a tired look before stating rather loudly, "I need a drink." He grabbed a forgotten glass of wine placed near their table.

"How old are you?"

"15."

"And that's somehow old enough to drink alcohol?"

"This ain't alcohol. This," he took a large gulp of the drink, "is wine. Very expensive wine, might I add. It would be horrible if this very expensive glass of wine went to waste. Therefore, it is my duty," he took another large gulp, "to finish any and all wine I can find unattended."

Allison scrunched her face up in confusion, "Wine is… Never mind. Because of that wise logic, can I have some?"

Roy belched and pointed at her with his glass, "Nope, you're underage."

"So are you."

"Not relevant."

"How is that not relevant? Can't I help in your mission to save the helpless wine from going to waste?"

"You can't." Roy deadpanned.

"Why is that?" Allison countered.

"Because… I would say 'because I said so,' but that's stupid. Okay, have at it, kid." Allison took Roy's wine glass victoriously, but frowned when she saw it was empty. Her head snapped back to Roy.

"Give me some."

He gave her a triumphant (and drunken) grin, "Don't got any."

Allison gave a mean scowl towards Roy, "You can get some. You look old enough"

"I could," Allison started to look hopeful, "but I won't." She scowled again.

"You're a jerk." She grumbled and crossed her arms.

"You're," his not-so-sober burp interrupted him, "a kid. I need another."

"No, you don't. How much alcohol have you already drunk?"

Roy counted his fingers very slowly until he finally put all of them in Allison's face. She slapped them away, "Yeah, no more for you. How are you able to act so sober one moment and then…" She waved her arms to gesture all of Roy.

Roy suddenly smirked and any display of him being drunk vanished, "It's a trick, kid. The question is if I'm really drunk or not. See you around, James." He saluted Allison as he sauntered away.

Allison stared in disbelief before she downed the rest of her water in defeat, "Got to love my fellow rich kids."

It was a peaceful day for one Richard Grayson. Patrol last night was peaceful, his sleep was peaceful, and the morning was peaceful. Because of the pattern, Dick was ready for a peaceful day at school. However, when he entered the car that was meant to take him to Bristol Middle School, he glared at the person who was destined to make his day anything but peaceful.

"Why are you in my car, Allison?" The young girl smirked in response.

"Alfred said he could take me to school today because my parents are doing something with who-knows-what and no-one-cares. Thanks, again." Allison gave Dick a very innocent, very un-Allison-like, smile. And as he remembered the silent treatment Bruce ordered him to give Allison the previous weekend, he knew he was in for a long drive.

"Wait, no—" His protests were cut off as Alfred suddenly slid into the front seat.

"It is no problem, Miss Allison. Aren't I right, Master Dick?" Alfred gave him a hard stare from the review mirror. Dick's eyes grew comically as he stuttered his agreements.

A minute into the drive was already making him mad in paranoia and worry for the inevitable conversation. Not the 'You are Robin' conversation, but the 'Why did you not talk to me this weekend?' conversation that only Allison James could make truly terrifying. He speaks from experience.

"So, how was your weekend, Dick?"

So it began.

"Good," his voice was unusually high-pitched, "Ahem, good, pretty good." He forced his voice to be deeper than it normally is.

Allison continued to stare at him with her inquisitive eyes. There was a small silence again.

"And yours? How was yours?" Dick asked.

"Pretty fun, all things considered." Dick froze at that last part in confusion. He started to nervously laugh.

"Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool." He and Allison continued to look at each other before they both started laughing.

Allison shook her head at him, "Did you actually just quote Brooklyn 99?"

Dick gave her a small smile, very relieved his attempt at breaking the tension worked, "Yes, I do believe I did. Was it too forced?"

Allison hummed as if she was deep in thought, "I think you're good. Something eventful did actually happen this weekend."

Dick winced and prepared himself for the inevitable shouting.

"I met your friend. Roy Harper. He's interesting, that's for sure."

Dick was unable to interpret what Allison just said, "Huh?"

Allison snorted at him, "What? Were you expecting me to start yelling at you because you didn't talk to me all weekend or start asking questions about your night-time activities?" There was a clear bite in her tone.

Dick took in a sharp breath. 'She was angrier than he expected.'

"I prefer the, um, the second one." It was more of an uncertain question than a statement.

Allison stared at Dick, who shifted anxiously in his seat. After a few moments, she sighed and said, "Me, too. That's why all I'm going to say is don't do that to me again. I don't care if freaking Batman tells you so, which he probably did, now that I think of it. Just don't do it. Capiche?"

Dick hurriedly nodded and relaxed in relief. However, a sudden thought attracted his attention.

"What do you mean you met Roy?"

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Allison knew Dick thought she was done asking him questions about his double-life. She wanted to first fix the tension that was undoubtedly going to form in the car. Luckily, Dick did that for her. It was now a minute before the bell was going to ring to signal the beginning of class. It was now that Allison was going to commence her plan of revenge.

She and Dick sit right next to each other in their art class, which is the only period besides lunch they share together. Allison could see the teacher standing up and waiting to call the class together when she leaned in close to Dick.

"Dick," she whispered, "Hey, Dick!"

Dick's head twitched towards her, "What, Allison? Class is about to start."

She rolled her eyes, "I know, you teacher's pet. But I have a question?"

Dick side-glared at her before nodding at her to continue.

"So, if Mr. Wayne is Batman, does that mean Wonder Woman is your mom?" Allison was able to not break into giggles after her question, but she was very tempted to do so. Especially after seeing Dick's reaction to the question.

Dick dropped the pencil that was in his hand and his eyes opened very wide, "No! No, that does not mean Di-Wonder Woman is my mom! Where did you even get that idea from, Allison? Bruce and Wonder Woman are not dating! Why does everyone think they are? I mean, that's just so gross. I mean so gross. I mean like a disgusting level—"

"Mr. Grayson! Is there something you would like to share with the class or may I begin teaching?"

Dick realized that the bell rang somewhere during his mini-rant and the whole class just heard him. Giggles tittered around the room and Dick's cheeks began to turn red. He nodded at the teacher who just narrowed her eyes at him in return.

Allison only smirked when Dick looked over at her. Revenge, she found, was a sweet thing.

"Do you have superpowers?"

"No."

"Then how do you go from building to building?"

"Magic."

"So you do have superpowers."

"I have—Allison, I was being sarcastic."

"I don't think this should be a laughing matter, Richard."

"Oh, and you asking me if I am originally a robin but was turned into a human by Zatara after I saved Batman's life is a serious question?"

"…Yes, tell me that isn't true."

"It isn't true."

"Wow, now your going to say something crazy like Mr. Wayne wasn't originally a bat before his awesomeness turned him into a man. Part bat. Part man. Batman."

"That is so idiotic."

"I think it makes perfect sense."

"Of course, you do."

Allison managed to annoy Dick with her useless questions all morning in various ways. She actually got super creative for some of the things. She was very proud.

It was finally lunchtime and Allison was ready to ask some of the more serious questions. Specifically, the one that she wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Okay, final question." She told Dick as they made their way to their usual lunch table.

"I find that hard to believe," Dick muttered under his breath. Allison rolled her eyes, it really was her last question. Maybe. Scratch that, she had a million more questions.

"This one is actually serious and I expect a yes." Dick lazily gestured his hand for her to continue.

"Can I help you and B with taking down the bad guys?"

Dick suddenly started to choke on the water he was drinking moments before. When he was finally able to breathe, he started to freak out. "No! What the-No! Are you dumb? That's a no. Easy no! Allison, what are you—Are you serious?" She stared at Dick and waited for him to finish speaking. Or rather finish sputtering out incomprehensible sounds.

"Dude, you didn't have to turn me down that harshly." Dick opened his mouth and would have said something in reply if it weren't for—

"Oh, I ship it. You two would literally be perfect together."

Babs.

Allison's face immediately started to turn red and in the corner of her eye, she could see Dick having wide eyes and an equally as red face. Dick eventually managed to stutter an excuse that he had to leave to 'study' for a test the next period and left Allison alone with Barbara. Watching the boy leave the cafeteria, the two girls sat in silence until Allison turned to Barbara.

"Ew. Just… ew."

Babs snorted and began to eat her lunch, "Yeah, Dick is kind of gross. But I saw an opening for an amazing joke and I seized it. The timing was simply perfect."

Allison bit her lip and said, "It's still disgusting, but I can't argue that logic. I would have done the same if I were you."

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Allison is a person who loves plans. She is normally very strict when it comes to following said plans. She believes if the situation goes slightly than what was planned, it cannot be redeemed and the only thing left to do is rightfully freak out. She loves plans. She also hates it when something does not go according to her plan.

So when Mr. Wayne, himself, showed up to Bristol Middle School, saying he was bringing her home that day, Allison started to freak out. Mainly because he's Batman. Another reason is because she was planning on interrogating/slightly yelling herself hoarse at Dick and she can't do that if Mr. Wayne is present. But mainly because he's freaking Batman.

So there she sat in the car, with all her nine-year-old glory, trying not to visibly shake due to her nerves as Batman attempted to make small talk with her and Dick.

After listening to Dick explain to Mr. Wayne why he got in trouble again in his English class (apparently, English teachers did not appreciate it when students questioned the accuracy of the English language), Allison loudly coughed to get the attention of both Mr. Wayne and Dick. Fortunately, it worked and their attention was solely on her. Unfortunately, her cough made her choke on her breath and she made the occupants in the car wait until she could actually breathe again. After a few embarrassing seconds, Allison was able to easily breathe and cleared her throat in an attempt to regain her dignity.

"Um, Mr. Wayne, not to sound ungrateful or anything, but why are you taking me home? Normally, my parents have Phil drive me back home."

Phil was a driver her family hired to drive her places. He also used to work for some government agency before working for them. Phil was still in his prime and has a very big built for a man under six feet (he was small), so Allison never really knew why he stopped working for whatever the government agency he worked for was. Then again, she isn't sure if she wants to know.

Allison was also Phil's favorite person in the entire world and his number one bestie. Of course, those are all her words and she is pretty sure Phil actually hates her, but that doesn't stop her from believing she is his favorite person in the entire world and his number one bestie. It also doesn't stop her from annoying Phil with her endless questions and bothersome rambling, but friendship was all about sacrifices.

"Your personal driver? One of your family's maids informed me that his services were required for your parents. Something about closing a deal with a wealthy Japanese family? She told me they will return later tonight but needed someone to drive you home from school." Allison's parents didn't even tell her about that. They would typically tell her in some way of where they were going at the least. Then again, even if this type of behavior is recent, it isn't the first time they left without a word.

Allison swallows hard and simply nods. She can't stop the disappointment from crossing her face, but smiles anyway. She pushes away the disappointment and gathers all of her courage for what she is about to do. She is going to ask Mr. Wayne the questions she has been asking Dick all day (the serious ones, at least).

Before she can say anything, Mr. Wayne starts that conversation. "I also like to ask you for one thing." Mr. Wayne leans forward. His eyes become narrow and the benevolent expression he held was replaced by a cold and serious one. Allison felt shivers go down her back as her spine stiffened. The sudden change of tone left her reeling with fear. She had a suspicion that Mr. Wayne wasn't even displaying his true Batman mask since Dick remained completely passive at the switch of personalities.

Allison was terrified. And she was sure Mr. Wayne could see it. But she is going to try her hardest to make sure Dick couldn't see it.

So she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and put on a strong façade that definitely contradicted how she really felt inside.

Her voice was somehow steady as she politely asked Mr. Wayne what he wanted. She couldn't have been prouder of herself, especially when Mr. Wayne sat back and tilted his head slightly to the side as if she had passed some sort of test. His intensity did not lessen, however.

"Ms. James, if Mr. Gordon did not grant us a surprise meeting on Friday, I would have invited you to stay for dinner. However, I believe right now is a perfect time for you and Dick to discuss your school project." If the police hadn't shown up when they did, we would have had a long talk of how you figured out what you did. "So, I would like to ask how you and Dick decided on the project you're doing?" How did you figure it out?

Mr. Wayne sounded cordial, but Allison was able to read between the lines. She gulped, took a moment to figure out how she was going to do this, and then said, "I actually heard that many students skipped school because they didn't want to do this project. It was honestly such a dumb excuse." I noticed that Dick skipped school and his excuses were obvious to see past after a while. "There were many options to choose from, but we decided to do a project of P.T. Barnum. Did you know that his acrobats could flip through the air four times? They were the only people in the world to do it at the time!" It took me a while, but I know Dick is the only person on earth to flip in the air four times successfully. "They also did this bit where there would be this bad guy who kidnaps this civilian girl and the acrobats come to save her." I figured it out after the Mad Hatter situation. "And while people knew who P.T. Barnum was, they didn't really know who his family was, but eventually people started to figure it out." I found out your identity after I figured out Dick's.

Allison bit her lip as she finished. She hesitantly looked between Mr. Wayne and Dick, trying to see what they are both thinking. To her relief, Dick cracked a smile.

"That wasn't bad, for your first time. Though it was pretty obvious in certain spots." Allison faux-glared at Dick and stuck her tongue out at him.

"I thought I did fantastic. Also, you think I was obvious? Dick, honey, all I can say is that you need to come up with better excuses." Affronted, Dick opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Mr. Wayne.

"I agree with Dick. It wasn't bad. But, Ms. James, I have one more thing to ask you," Allison sat up straighter, "What happened on Friday will stay at the Manor, correct?"

Allison's breath hitched, "Does that mean I can help you guys?" Mr. Wayne rose an eyebrow, "I mean, yeah, it's going to stay a secret. I'm honestly too scared to find out what would happen if I didn't and, wait that sounded really wrong, but it's true. Also, Dick is like my best friend and you both saved my life. So have no worry of me blabbing to some news agency or other socialites because-"

"Allison," she turned to face Dick, "While you can't tell any civilians about that, that's not what we mean. You have to act completely normal. Like nothing has changed over the weekend. If the wrong person even got a hint that you knew…"

Allison froze, suddenly realizing the severity of her discovery. She quickly recovered and nodded in response, "Everything is going to stay at the Manor." Dick smiled at her in relief, but Mr. Wayne didn't move a muscle. Almost as if he knew what she was going to say next…

"Can I help you guys with—"

"No." Mr. Wayne still hasn't moved muscle. Allison frowned, but stubbornly continued.

"But what if—"

"No." It was Dick this time. Allison looked offended.

"You can train me—"

"Ms. James, this is a dangerous business," Allison started to speak, but was interrupted, "More dangerous than you think, Ms. James. Once you are a part of this type of business, you will have a hard time getting out of it."

Allison gave a huff in annoyance, "But I don't have to even be out on the field to help. I can just help you figure out stuff. I did figure out the most well-kept secret in the world, after all."

Mr. Wayne paused and for a second Allison was optimistic he would say yes. She was sorely mistaken when Mr. Wayne simply said, "No."

Allison's exuberant energy deflated. She was going to continue the conversation when she felt the car abruptly stop almost too conveniently for her.

She looked out of the window to see her house. Turning to Mr. Wayne and Dick, she said, "Well, I suppose this is my stop."

Any other day, Allison would have asked if she could have gone over to the Manor to hang out with Dick. However, she had a feeling today was not a day she would have been welcomed.

Gathering her belongings, she stepped out of the car and turned around in determination.

"I won't be able to come over today. Tomorrow, though, I believe I should be able to come over." I'll stay away today, but tomorrow is another story.

Allison knew two things at that moment: she was determined to get answers and she was getting good at this… Bat-speak thingy.

She closed the door to the car and took a few steps forward. However, something made her stop. All traces of stubbornness from her face were erased and concern replaced all of it. She could hear someone opening the window to the car behind her. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she took a deep breath and turned to face the limousine.

"Please be careful."

She didn't wait to hear a response or see Mr. Wayne and Dick's reaction. Allison immediately spun around and walked to her mansion as if she had never spoken.

Allison was going to start listening to Gotham Night News more often from now on.

Okay, first and foremost and I literally so sorry for this late update. January and February were literally nightmares for me. I'm not going to get into it, but just believe me it was a lot.

ANYWAYS omgosh thank you guys so much for all of the positive feedback! You guys are so awesome and agh, y'all make a girl happy.

But… I updated! Finally. I am really happy with how this turned out. It's like mega-long. Like really long. So I decided to cut it into two chapters instead of one long chapter. This chapter is a little more than 5K words and the next one is going to be a little more than 4K words. If I didn't cut it, this chapter would have been 10K words and, um, that's a little long. Lol.

Good news is that you guys are DEFINITELY getting an update later this week.

Also, it's my spring break so I'm going to try to post another chapter as well. But we'll see. Y'all deserve it for the pretty long break.

Another also, the time between updates are NOT going to be as long as this one was. Everything was just literally chaos.

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