I can't believe I followed this idiot out of bed and into the vents. Which by the way were extremely dirty.

"Are we in trouble?" I asked.

Bruce just looked at me and scowled.

I turned to Harper while keeping my eye on Bruce and whispered, "I don't think he likes me. I think you're his favorite."

She smirked and I smiled slightly.

"Every time you turn away." A voice growled behind us. I turned to see Damian staring at us.

Harper was scowling at him before she said, "Every time you turn away what?"

"You peasants get into something." He finished triumphantly.

"You were in the vents with us!" I protested.

"T*T. Don't listen to them, they don't know." He grumbled.

"Well it seems they do, they might even be smarter than you." A rough voice humbly stated.

I turned to see that one guy in that suit. His blonde hair was messy and rough.

"Who's-" I began to say but Harper cut me off with, "Oliver Queen."

I tilted my head in question, still not understanding.

She sighed and said, "You really need to watch more D.C. movies or at least the TV shows. It's Green Arrow."

I smiled shyly and waved at Oliver Queen, "Hey."

He smiled in response then turned to Batman, "I see what you mean, that girl there-" He said as he pointed to Harper, "Had no trouble identifying who I am."

Bruce went to say something but stopped and Oliver continued.

"She also said that her friend needed to watch more D.C. movies. And I have never been in any movies, not that I know of. Though it's not a bad idea. My movies would-be killer."

What were they talking about? He was in plenty of movies. So was Batman. And practically every single person in this room but me and Harper.

Damian rolled his eyes.

"You both are in a lot of movies," I stated plainly as I stood and began brushing the dirt off my pants.

"How?" Bruce asked.

"Don't any of you know what a movie is? People who are actors pretend to be someone they're not. And one company has a big obsession with you and the rest of the people in this universe." I grumbled and watched as Harper stood up to stand beside me.

"So the company is watching us?" Damian asked defensively.

"No," Harper stated and they all seemed to sigh in relief. "Everyone is watching you on T.V. the company just made you up."

"I'm not made up!" Damian thundered.

"We know," Harper said.

I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms, "I wish you were just made up, but sadly your not."

I heard a small snicker and saw Artemis standing behind Bruce and Oliver, along with Dick who was watching rather intently.

Dick glanced at her and her smile vanished and became stern once again.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat, "You must be the two I have heard so much about." Her voice was thick and strung out sweetly but for some reason, I disliked her and got the feeling that she wasn't actually this nice.

"Yeah?" I said bitterly.

Harper glared at me and spun back to them smiling, "Sorry, she's a bit grumpy today."

"I am no-" I began to protest but the guy with red hair walked to the side of me and practically scared me to death.

"What the heck!" I yelped as I clutched my chest. I heard Harper giggle and I saw Damian smirk.

"Sup." The red-haired guy smiled at me.

"Hi," I said waving at him.

Something clicked in my head and I suddenly remembered who he was. "Arsenal!" I sighed and said, "Finally I remember, if I didn't remember that would've bugged me all day."

"Oh yeah, Roy Harper." Harper gave the duh look then grinned wildly. "My name is Harper too!"

"No dur." I said.

Bruce took a step towards us and we both got quiet. "You two are in big trouble."

I looked down at my feet and held my hands behind my back.

"Damian." He said.

"Hmm?" Damian looked at Bruce.

"Take her to her room." He pointed at me.

 Damian grunted in response then he turned and looked at Harper. "What about that one?"

"First off I am not an object that you can own and secondly you know I have a name right?" Harper spat as she walked over to Batman's side and folded her arms.

Damian ignored her and waited for Bruce to respond. I didn't hear Bruce talk but then Damian said ok and began to walk away.

I guess they had another one of those confusing bat conversations.

Damian was already out of the room and I realized everyone was waiting for me to follow him.

I smiled shyly and began to walk out. When I walked by Harper I waved and whispered, "Bye, you better tell me what happens."

"Of course. Don't let Damian boss you around."

"I'll try," I answered as I walked out of the room.

Damian was standing by the door waiting and I walked up to him.

He turned and walked out of the door and I followed him down the hall.

After a while of walking, I finally decided to say something.

"Damian?"

"What?" He grunted.

"So um, I know this is a rude question but, how was it like to not know your dad until you were 10?" I know it wasn't a nice question but I was curious.

He stopped short and turned to me, "How do you know about that?"

"I asked my friend before," I stated simply.

"That's not something I want to tell you." He growled.

"Ok, you don't need to answer." I walked past him and kept walking down the hallway.

I had no idea where I was going, I just wanted to pretend as if nothing happened.

I whistled calmly as we walked down the hall. He got more annoyed and I had to force myself not to laugh.

"Where's the food?" I asked.

He ignored me.

"Excuse you, mister? I asked you a question smarty, and I expect an answer!" Wow, I've become my mother.

He scoffed "T'T"

"Oh crap, did I say that out loud?"

He gave me a look that I took as, Yes you retard.

"But, I do want to know where the food is."

"Find it yourself." He grumbled.

Jerk.

"You know, I don't know what I've done to you. But you don't need to be such a jerk to me." I turned to face him and blocked his path. "So, direct me in the way of food or I will kick you where the sun doesn't shine, and I promise you, I have good aim."

I saw his expression change as he flinched at the thought. But he quickly regained composure, not fast enough, I still saw.

He sighed and pointed down the hall.

"Thanks!" I said trotting off.

I heard him mumble under his breath, "Anything to get you away from me."

Someone's grumpy.

He stalked off as I whipped around a corner to find a set of white doors. They swung open with a little nudge and I walked through them.

I stalked into the room to find black marble counters and a black stovetop. There was a black vent hanging above the stove and I could smell something sweet drifting in the air.

The large island held a scattered mess of flour, and other white powders. A bag of white sugar, a plate with butter and a small bowl full of a brownish liquid. Broken eggshells were neatly piled in the trash.

I walked over to the oven and peered into it. The sweet smell was strong here and the oven held little white cookies.

"Hello, Mistress Brooklyn." Someone was here, they spoke in a British accent and seemed very calm.

I turned to see Alfred Pennyworth standing before me. Draped in a white apron that was powered with, well, powders.

"Oh, hey Alfred." I stood up and put my hand on the handle of the oven, "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Nor did I." He responded calmly as he went back to the island.

I walked over to his side and watch as he reached out and grabbed handfuls of flour, powders, and eggs.

He cracked them in a large bowl and began stirring.

"Making cookies?" I questioned.

"Very observant, I see."

I nodded then grabbed the brownish liquid before he did. I poured a bit into the mixture and said, "I see now this is vanilla extract."

Just then the oven timer went off.

"Indeed." He picked up another spoon and handed it to me. "Stir this. I have to take the other batch out of the oven."

I grabbed the handle and stirred as I heard him ruffle behind me and open the oven.

He brought the pan to the other side of the island and set them down.

We made batch after batch after batch. Each time the sweet smell in the room only grew.

"Why so many cookies?"

"Well," He said as he patted his hands on his apron, "Because there are so many mouths."

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "I assume because of all the boys."

He smiled and nodded and I smiled back.

We decorated the cookies too. Alfred made really good pictures with frosting, and I mean like almost life-like.

I made bats, because, well, why not? Well, actually they looked more like globs of black and yellow frosting. I also made some pretty designs.

And one cookie I drenched in sprinkles, I was going to save this one for Harper. Man does she love her sprinkles.

By the time I was finished with one whole tray, Alfred had already completed all the other trays! But that's ok.

"Can we go give them cookies now?"

"Of course." He grabbed a cart and began stacking the trays, I helped.

We traveled back through the halls. And to the same room as before. The door was closed and I could hear arguing.

"Maybe we shouldn't go in?" I said as I looked at Alfred.

He held up a hand and told me to wait.

"Come in!" I heard someone yell.

Alfred pushed open the door and we rolled in.

Haha, rolled in. They see me rollin, they hatin.

When I followed behind him I saw Harper sitting in a chair. I check where her arms were resting and where her legs were. I half expected her to be tied to that chair.

She wasn't. Sadly.

"Master Bruce." Alfred pulled the cart around to the center of the room and I saw the faces around the room brightened up with the delicious smell.

"We have made cookies, Mistress Brooklyn and I." He finished off as he pulled the cover off of the trays.

I smiled a big toothy grin then brought the one with sprinkles over to her.

"I made it just for you! Lots of sprinkles because I know how much you love them!"

She licked her lips and grabbed the cookie greedily from my hands. She began scarfing it up and I looked at her and put my hand on my hip.

"Ahem." I scoffed.

She looked up, cookie crumbs covering her face, she looked back down at the cookie, or what was left of it, and smiled. Her teeth covered in sprinkles she said, "Thanks."

"Your welcome!" I chirped before she went back to her cookie, a look of pure desire before she took a big bite.

I turned back and saw Alfred still standing by the cart as the others grabbed cookies.

Roy grabbed a cookie Alfred had made, one with a wonderful sunset made with glimmering frosting.

Artemis waited for him before she took a cookie I had made, with a stripped and diamond pattern. She took a bite then sighed at the flavor.

Dick went for another of Alfred's cookies before being shoved out of the way by Damian. Who then began grabbed handfuls of the homemade cookies. I couldn't tell which ones he grabbed because he was holding them all so tightly that I couldn't get a good look.

Dick scowled as Damian finally walked away, satisfied with his armfuls. Dick sighed and grabbed a cookie.

Oliver slowly approached the cart, skeptical at first, but after seeing the heaps of sugary goodness, he relieved himself the stress and grabbed one. Plopping a chunk in his mouth he sighed and I watched as his eyes fluttered in satisfaction.

Bruce waited until everyone but him had a cookie. Then he grabbed one of my Batman ones and made a confused look before he ate it. I couldn't tell his emotions. He was too unreadable.

But I was sure he thought the cookie decor was horrible.

I smiled and looked for a cookie as well. I grabbed another of Alfreds' and was almost sad to eat it.

A beautiful tree, one half was alive and in a meadow, the other half was dead and in a desert.

How does he do this? ON A FLIPPIN COOKIE!

I ate it without thinking of the artwork I was devouring.

I didn't regret it either. The cookie was bursting with flavor. Sugary too, I'm going to get hyped up by all this sugar.

I looked at Harper as she grabbed for another cookie, her eyes were already twitching as she gobbled up the cookie.

"Um," I said as I looked at her. "She's going to go into a sugar rush."

The others looked at her as well and I saw someone take a step back.

"Maybe we should take the cookies away." Artemis began to push the cart away before it was ripped from her hands by a sugar craved Harper.

"Mine!" Harper snarled as she stood in front of the cart, guarding it like a blood-crazed dog.

"Easy..." Oliver put his hands up and talk to her as if she really was a dog.

"Harper!" I grabbed her arm and yanked her away. I then slapped her in the face and she snapped out of it.

She looked around confused and looked at me, "What? Why is everyone staring at me?"

She turned and saw the cookies, "Oh cookies." She reached out to grab one and we all yelled "NO!"

She yanked her hand back, "Why? Are they not for me?"

"Not anymore," Bruce stated calmly.

"Awe, can I please?" She said

"No."

She crossed her arms and pouted her lips. "Fi-"

She would have probably said something sarcastic after that but, an extremely annoying alarm cut her off.