Miguel still found himself in awe at how open these things were in Jess and Virgil's dimension. It was both comforting and terrifying.

The giant flinched, feeling daddy rub his leg.

"You ok, Bubs?" V could see the slight panic in his eyes.

"Mm hmm," Miguel forced a smile, playing with his fork, trying not to stare at some adults as they drank from bottles and cuppies.

"Do you want to step away for a minute?"

"No, I want to eat," he mumbled, tracing the colors and shapes on his hungry caterpillar plate.

"You don't have to be scared," he reassured, "You're ok, honey."

Mig gave him a tiny nod.

"I tried to grab you a dinosaur one, but Booster took the last one," he rolled his eyes, biting into the ham, "Eat your food, it's really good."

He nodded again, stabbing into his ratatouille. Mig grinned, continuing to dig into his veggies first before moving on.

"Good right?" he smiled at his reaction.

"Mm hm!" he bit down hard on the chicken parm.

"Alfred makes some bomb choices," Virgil sipped his ginger ale.

A commotion caught both their ears. Small disagreement, it seemed, between Jason and probably one of his siblings. Soon enough J huffed over to join Mig and Virgil at their table.

"You don't look too happy," he commented, "Get scolded?"

Jason grumbled something, sitting next to Miguel, "Being a dictator!"

"That could be anyone in your family," he went back to eating.

J glanced to Miguel's plate, "Healthy combination. I was almost gonna ask if you were trying to be a vegetarian until I saw those bird bones on your plate."

"I like veggies," the giant shrugged, "They keep you regular. I like mami's broccoli best."

"Mommy makes really good veggies," V agreed, biting into his bread.

"Yeah. Hey!" J reached over, taking Miguel's sippy cup and putting a bottle in its place.

"My drink…"

"You like apple juice, right?" His friend encouraged, "And you wear diapers anyway, so you're a baby. So it's more appropriate you have a bottle."

Virgil glanced over, catching the last bit of his comment as his boy's cheeks changed to a red hue, "Give him his cuppie back, Jason."

"But he's littler, he should get the bottle."

"Give it back to him."

Mig whispered something, swirling his spaghetti.

"See. He said it's ok," Jason smiled, beginning to eat his food.

"It is not ok," V told him sternly, "You are not being very nice to your friend right now. He wants his cuppie, not a bottle."

"I…I don't want a bottle," he pouted, "Stephanie gave it to me."

"And I gave him his cuppie. I've asked you three times now. Give it to him before I go get Bruce."

"No! He'll feed it to me in front of everyone," Hood blushed bright at the idea.

"Make good choices."

Jason sulked at Virgil's stern demeanor before handing Miguel the cup back and taking his bottle. Now messing over his food quietly.

Miguel, equally as quiet, merely took his sippy cup and started drinking.

"Thank you for your good choice," V smiled, "Enjoy the food. If you're like me, you're just biting time until dessert. I know there is gonna be cake. And I am a man who loves cake and ice cream."

"Yea, I saw what Alfred ordered. We had it before, it's real good," that got Jason's spirit up a bit.

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"So," Miguel twiddle his thumbs, "This is really ok? In front of others?"

"Didn't you ask me that, like, twice?" Jason waited impatiently for his bowl to be handed to him.

Mig sulked at his testy response.

"Yea, it's ok," he sighed, trying to see how far the caterers were from them, "A lot of people do it. And have done it way before you and me."

He pulled Miguel close to whisper in his ear, "Alfred even said that Bruce used to do it and still goes into littlespace sometimes around him. And Bruce is old."

"I didn't know it was going on that long," the giant watched as someone used their stuffed lemur to give someone else a kiss.

"Yea, it's a pretty established thing here. So you need to stop blushing so much," Hood joked, bopping his forehead.

"Here we go boys," Diana handed them both bowls of cake and ice cream, "Don't make a mess."

"Thank you," Miguel smiled at her, getting his chin scratched.

Jason rolled his eyes at his friend, "Come on, Romeo," he took his hand, "Thanks Diana."

"Are we going to play again?"

"Stephanie is being a b××ch about me going back to the playroom even though Damian said I could," he growled, leading him off to a ladder, "Come on."

They climbed up, winding in a nook with others relaxing under fairy lights and in piles of pillows and other comfort.

"I'm almost surprised to see you up here," Artemis said around bites of her cake.

"I'd rather be in my room," Jason rolled his eyes, coming and taking a seat, "Have you met Miguel?"

"Yeah, he's the one Jon had been taking around introducing," she waved, "How's it going?"

"Its going," he took a seat, starting on his dessert, "A lot of fun things here."

Seemed like majority of the younger heroes were up here. Damian was chilling in a swing chair as Jon and him spoke. Some other people Miguel had met were conversing and relaxing. There was a green dog asleep on some pillows next to Mig. Pretty chill in here.

"Cake was so good," Jason moaned, going in the redheads bag and grabbing a cig, "Want one?"

"I don't smoke," Mig shook his head.

"You're not supposed to be smoking in here," Tim remarked.

"Mind your d mn business," he hissed.

"Todd," Damian threw a glare at his older brother, getting a reply of an eye roll, "I'm watching you."

Despite his unhappy nature, Todd did pocket the cig. While dramatically huffing.

"So," he grabbed Miguel's arm, "He's a hero from his dimension. I'm thinking about making him a partner in crime," Jason told Artemis.

"And what kind of hero are you?"

Setting his empty bowl down, Miguel cleared his throat, "Spider-man of the year 2099. I have the powers, skills and senses of a spider from an experiment."

"What senses do spiders have?" Tim asked, "Do you spin webs?"

He aimed his arm to the can on pop in Duke's hand. With a flick of the wrist he shot a web out and yanked the drink into his own hand.

"Impressive," Artemis agreed.

"How did you do that?" Booster grabbed 2099's arm, "Do you have a bracelet or something?"

Mike looked in awe as Miguel's claws released, "What else can you do?"

"Don't do that," Mig attempted to pull away from the grip. He accidentally webbed the man in the face after he'd squeezed the spinneret on Miguel's wrist, "Oop."

"Ew! It nutted in my face!" MJ cringed, pulling at the webbing.

Several laughed at the amusing event.

"It will dissolve after a couple hours. You can try ice or peanut butter."