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[Star City. February 2, 2:30 PDT.
David Lance POV]
Since the day I was attacked at the Star City community college's rooftop, while I was trying to have a nice relaxing lunch break, by a man wearing an owl mask.
Things had changed.
Dinah, my sweet big sister, had gone full mama hen mode on , looking over like a dutiful hawk, never allowing to leave her sight, under any circumstances.
I couldn't bla her though, I understood the reason behind her change of deanor and her need to guard .
She was scared of losing , and for a good reason.
Had Oliver and her not arrived when they did, I would've been captured.
Which was a very good reason for her to be like she was being.
But not everything was overprotecting , this attack had also brought so good changes into my life.
For my one, my training regi had been increased substantially, which I was particularly happy about, because it would better prepare for future encounters with people like the Owl Court.
I was even learning how to use the bow, mostly because Oliver had insisted, like a lot, and I caved to him. Not that I was ever going to use it, but I would have the skill if I ever needed it.
"That's enough for today," Dinah smiled, as I panted on the floor, breathless thanks to all the exercise, and sparring matches of today.
~I think the sa,~ I nodded with a tired smile.
"You have been improving kiddo," Oliver praised, winking at , "Of course, you are leagues away from moi,"
I rolled my eyes at him, no matter the situation Oliver would always be Oliver.
"Give him so ti, and he will kick your ass," Dinah chuckled, as Oliver pouted.
"As if," Oliver snorted playfully, as he turned to look at before he made a face that denoted disgust, "But before you do, how about a bath? You sll like a sock, a slly one,"
I frowned, taking a sniff on my body, and just like he had said, I stank, heck I almost gagged after taking a whiff of my unique after-training aroma.
I nodded with a sheepish smile, ~Yep, David needs a bath,~ then I blinked, how co they didn't sll bad. ~How co you two sll like flowers we've been at it, the sa ti,~ I asked.
"Because of this," Dinah chuckled, pulling what seed to be so sort of deodorant can from her jacket that laid on the floor, "It's sothing Batman made, to skip showers from ti to ti, it's basically a bath in a can,"
I frowned, ~Then why didn't you offer a can of that?~ I almost felt insulted that she didn't.
"David, you are a teenager, a race of beings not particularly known for their hygiene, we can't give you a bath in a can, not until we know you will actually take a bath," Oliver nodded to himself.
I deadpanned, before simply deciding to walk away and take my bath, they had very strong points. God knows I practically bathed in axe deodorant during my first puberty.
"Rember to wash behind your ears!" Dinah called.
I nodded, smiling all the way to the bath.
[Star City. February 7, 9:30 PDT.]
Today was a different day from my normal routine.
Because Robin, aka Dick Grayson, had co to visit , according to Dinah, Batman had given his protge the green light to stay with us for a week.
Which was very out of character for Batman.
Not that I complained.
Robin was a very fun kid, always happy, no matter the situation, always talking, always laughing. In a way, he was my opposite, perhaps that was why I would always find myself enjoying my ti with him.
"So, what do you do for fun around here?" Robin asked.
~I read, or paint, sotis I cook,~ I replied.
"Oh, then how about we cook sothing," Robin grinned, he was excited, about what exactly, not sure.
~Sure,~ I nodded.
"Perfect, I always wanted to see if I could make a souffle," Robin added, sounding almost vindictive.
~Why?~ I asked, giving him a look that said, I know there is an undertone to all of this.
"There's is a certain English man, that says instructions on the web are not enough to make a souffle," Robin huffed, as I rolled my eyes, Alfred was right, you needed more than instructions to be a good chef, sadly, Robin would have to learn that the hard way, he was a very stubborn individual.
~Okay,~ I sighed.
"You believe the sa?" Robin gasped with a look of fake hurt.
I rolled my eyes once again.
"I will show you, and him!" Robin clamored.
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[Star City. February 7, 11:30 PDT. - 2 hours later]
Long story short, Robin had burnt the kitchen down.
"Batman will mail you guys a check," Robin muttered, looking down.
~New rule from now on, never cook again,~ I signed, looking at my kitchen burning down, flas burning bright as the fire fighters' sirens approached.
"Agreed," Robin nodded.
~Batman has the joker, and you have the kitchen as your nesis,~ I grinned, getting a playful punch from the embarrassed boy wonder on my shoulder.
"Batman will kill ," Robin groaned, "I have been here but a day, and I already burnt your house!"
~It could've been worse,~ I lied, there was no way making a souffle could've turned any worse than this, in fact, Robin had enacted the perfect example of a murphy scenario.
"You, my friend, are a terrible liar," Robin chuckled.
~I tried,~ I shrugged.
"By the way, my na is Dick," Robin, or rather Dick said.
I blinked, turning to look at him, ~Why now?~ I asked, curious as to why he was sharing his secret identity with , considering his ntor was Batman, well, I would've guessed this would've taken more ti.
"I wanted to," Robin shrugged, "I don't have many friends, real ones, and well, I asked Batman if I could tell you, and he said, yes, surprisingly."
I nodded, it was indeed very surprising for Batman of all heroes to give him the green light for that, ~Well, thanks,~ I smiled, scratching the back of my head, ~I would introduce myself, but Batman,~
Dick laughed, "Yes, but still, it's about the principle, so"
I rolled my eyes, ~Hello Dick, my na is David, a pleasure to et you,~
"I know," Dick grinned, cocky little shit.
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[Gotham City. February 8, 7:30 CT.
Bruce Wayne POV]
In less than twenty-four hours, Dick had cost over 100k, in damages. Perhaps it had been a mistake on my part to let him go to Dinah's unsupervised.
I would castigate myself for that lack of judgnt later.
"Master Wayne, you seem stressed," Alfred said, offering a cup of tea.
"Not more than I was yesterday," I replied, taking the cup.
"How is Master Dick doing?" Alfred asked, a small smile on his face.
I smiled, "He's having fun with David, he already told him who he was,"
"So he knows who you are then," Alfred comnted, and I nodded, if David was half as smart as I gave him credit for, deducing such a simple connection was well beyond his capabilities. "I have to admit Master Wayne, this feels out of character for you," he added.
"I suppose," I nodded, Alfred had a point, however, "But, actually it doesn't affect in anything, Dinah already knows who I am, and so does Oliver, therefore it was only a matter of ti before her brother knew. It was simply a matter of when, and the when never affected,"
"I see, my apologies then, Master Wayne," Alfred nodded.
"It's okay," I smiled, turning to face him, "Is my suit for this evening ready?"
"Yes, both are," Alfred nodded, "If I am to be allowed, why are you attending this party, Master Wayne?"
"So of the mbers of the Owl Court will be there, and I plan to gather so information," I replied, to which Alfred smiled.
"So that's why you sent Master Dick away, to avoid getting him involved," Alfred chuckled, "Very clever Master Wayne,"
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