-Athena's POV-

I had been working out when Dick and Tim zeta-tubed back into the cave, laughing about something. I was climbing the ceiling to try to see if there were any hidden spots in the Batcave that I would be able to scope out. The two boys didn't notice I was even there until I dropped down in front of them.

"Victoria! I didn't even see you!" Tim shouted, jumping back a little. I chuckled and looked him up and down. His Robin costume was covered in dirt and his face was covered in bleeding scratches. I crossed my arms. He was definitely returning from a Team mission.

"I was training, well, doing what Batman has told me is training. You know, working out all day and researching his little cases for him like his secretary is getting pretty old. I haven't gone on patrol with him in three days," I exclaimed, rolling my eyes, "Pennyworth won't even let me leave this damn house until Master Bruce returns." Days around Wayne Manor were pretty uneventful. I would usually arrive by two thirty in the morning to catch Batman returning from a mission. After about an hour of him explaining to me what I would do for the day, I would sleep for four hours, eat breakfast, and workout doing the training robots or obstacle courses. Around twelve, I would sneak out to the ice cream parlour and a boat out to sea to a tiny island I had found. I would spend and hour or two doing Black Sharks research there and figuring out potential plans to take down my mentor/Black Sharks leader. Going back to the Manor before four, I would finish Bruce's research projects and have Alfred take me to the Ballet Institute and then I would eat dinner and go to sleep.

Once Tim began looking for a school to go to, I decided to apply to the Gotham School of Ballet. It was prestigious and only allowed the best of the best. Professional Ballerinas had attended the school. I had no doubt that I was going to get in - I mean I was the best. I sent in a video of me dancing along with my applications. A few days later, I was accepted. It was almost guaranteed that an answer would take months or even years to get, but once the Institute saw my records, they must've decided I couldn't be passed up. Mom always told me that if I didn't grow up being a Aerial Silk Artist, than I would end up being a dancer. Training to be an Assassin wasn't all that I had ever learned.

"I'm so hungry," Tim said, changing into clean clothes. Dick was beside him in sweatpants and wet hair. He decided not to wear a shirt.

"Me too. I could eat a donkey!" Dick shook his hair dry and followed Tim and I to the kitchen.

"It isn't possible to eat yourself, Grayson. Asses can't eat other asses," I mocked, making Tim laugh. Receiving a glare from Dick, I let my hair down from my ponytail.

"I would say I could eat a cow, but I don't want to be having you for dinner, Smith," he responded, sitting across the table from me. Alfred set plates of steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans in front of us. He smirked at Dick and me while we snarled at each other.

"Quite the couple, wouldn't you agree Master Tim?" Tim nodded, taking a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffing them in his mouth.

"Yeah, you know what they say. If someone is being mean to you, they usually like you," Tim snickered, smirking alongside Alfred. I snapped my attention to the two and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"I would rather date Clayface," I growled, picking up my steak in my hands and taking a chomp.

"And I would rather date you, Alfred," Dick said, picking up a sliver of meat on his fork, "I mean, you can cook and work computers. You're the perfect catch!" Grayson raised his glass of water in a toast, making Alfred chuckle.

"Just eat, your dinners are getting cold and I have a batch of brownies to make." Alfred scurried off to the kitchen, leaving us three sitting there awkwardly. Dick was on his phone while Tim was playing some game. I finished my dinner and rinsed it down with some smoothie.

"Did you hear about this, Timmy?" Dick tossed Tim his phone. I read the screen out of the corner of my eye. It was an article explaining that Wally West would have an exhibit in the Flash Museum in Central City. Smiles overtook the two Bat boys' faces. I bit my lip and sat there, listening to them.

"Finally! Wally deserves his own damn museum for all the help he did!" Tim cheered, gulping down his water.

"Artemis is gonna be so happy! We should have the whole Team be there for the opening! That's what Wall would've wanted. Along with Alfred's Chocolate Cake," Dick said, laughing, "that boy sure could eat."

"Yeah, he could. If Alfred's cake isn't there, he might come back from the dead and slap us so fast we couldn't even see it. I can't believe it's been seven months," Tim sighed, dimming the happy mood. Dick solemnly nodded and looked down at the table. I stood up and grabbed all their plates, taking them to the sink and washing them off.

"Alfred?" I asked, putting the cleaned china plates away.

"Yes, Master Vicky?" He answered.

"How did Wally die?"

"Oh...it was on an assigned mission. He had an accident, as accidents do happen, and he couldn't outrun it. Chrysalis beams that would've ended life as we all know it, killed the boy. No one has really had the chance to grieve over it yet. Superheros don't just take breaks. It's really sad, actually - especially for his girlfriend, Tigris."

"Artemis Crock?" The girl who's father and sister trained with the League of Assassin's?

"Artemis West now," Alfred said, sighing, "it's been hard on everyone, but mostly her. She's so strong to have continued hero work." I nodded in agreement and left. Dick and Tim had moved to the couch and were watching a movie. Bruce walked through the hallway from the cave.

"Batman," I called, following behind him. He turned around and took a bite from an apple. "I want to join the Team. I've been trained enough and I've been put in the field." I explained, making myself look like I had as much power as Bruce.

"How do you-,"

"Hacked the Batcomputer, Brucie. Try to keep up," I teased, smiling. Bruce kept a solid face, his mouth forming a straight line.

"I don't think you are ready," Bruce said, "you have only been training for two weeks."

"Hell no she isn't ready! She'll either kill someone or get someone killed!" Grayson appeared out of nowhere and jumped into the conversation. He crossed his arms and looked down at me as if I would simply shy away. I never really was the shy type.

"I'm far beyond anyone in this house, none the less the Team," I stated, pushing my chest out and straightening my back. I was only a few inches shorter than Dick, but Bruce was a whole head taller than me. And I was tall for my gender!

"You're also hot-heated and don't understand the concept of justice before vengeance. You're not ready for a team," Dick said, standing next to Bruce. I narrowed my eyes as if checking for conformation, but neither of them said a word.

"First off, Grayson, don't tell me what I am and what I'm not. If that's how we are gonna do this, then you're a scared little boy living in the shadow of his mentor who can't handle loss or put up a fight," I spat, making Dick's eyebrows came closer together in sadness, "second, I am a very decorated fighter and you either let me join, or I will do it myself. Of what I read, you aren't in charge, Batman - Aqualad is. So, you can't decide on what I do."

Bruce's jaw clenched and a vain on his head was popping out. He tightened his hands into fists and stepped closer to me. "I will not have you talk to me like that. You could be in a jail cell right now, but instead, I took your ass in. And you aren't even thankful! So, you will not talk to me like you own the show. Are we clear?" Mr. Wayne growled, his face turning a little red with built up anger. I wasn't even a little intimidated.

"We both know you couldn't put me in jail. You needed me here. You want me with you and out of your precious city. I deserve to be on the Team. I know too much about everything to not be," I smirked, running the secret identities of everyone on the Team and Justice League through my mind. Bruce's eyes widened a little with curiosity, so I decided to elaborate. "Let's start with names and then we'll move to background stories. Connor Kent, M'gann Morzz, Artemis Crock, Kaldur'ahm, Wally West, and Dick Grayson are the originals of course. Then, we have Roy Harper, Bart Allen, Zatanna Zatara, Raquel Ervin, Tula, Barbara Gordon, Garfield Logan, Jaime Reyes, Karen Beecher, Mal Duncan, La'Gaan, Tim Drake, Cassie Sandsmark, Donna Troy, and Virgil Hawkins." I listed off all the identities out loud, making Dick gasp and attracting Tim to the little group. Bruce still remained stone faced. "Oh, alright, taking it up a notch. Clark Kent, Hal Jordon, Barry Allen, Vic-,"

"Okay, stop," Bruce raised his hand, cutting me off, "you obviously know everyone's identities. I would be angry at you, but I have to admit, it is very impressive that you were able to access the persona files on my computer. They are extra guarded," Bruce smirked a little bit, crossing his arms over his huge chest.

"I have been hacking into government files most of my life, your computer wasn't really too difficult," I remarked, keeping a straight face. Dick looked angry again, but not at me. He was jealous.

"I agree with Victoria. She deserves to be on the Team. It's no secret that she has enough training that she doesn't need to be taught anymore. I think the best thing for her right now would be to put her on a team to distract her. She'll get pretty bored staying here doing nothing all day that she might be forced to go back to murdering street thugs," Tim said, stepping beside me, "it's only logical. Also, her skills will be very helpful." Normally, I don't like when people make decisions for me and talk about me like I'm not there, but I was okay with Timmy doing it. This Robin was definitely becoming my favorite.

"Fine. I've been pretty ignorant to your skills lately, but I have always known you are very skilled. I think you should meet the Team and let them make the final call," Bruce said, smiling and walking back into the kitchen for dinner, no doubt. I smirked and fist bumped Tim.

"I could've defended myself, but thank you for your help. I was one step away from challenging Batman to a fight to the death," I chuckled, turning towards Dick again. His eyes were narrowed and he had his lips pressed together so hard the middles were white. His nose was wrinkled like a little bunny rabbit and he had fists instead of soft palms. I smirked more again and challenged him to attack, but he turned and walked towards his room. He was so jealous.

I laid in my bed, looking up at the ceiling. Tim had told me to meet him at the Batcave to zeta to the Watchtower around seven AM tomorrow, so I decided to go to sleep at ten instead of seven at night. I couldn't wait to meet everyone. I was finally earning some trust from the Bat family, if not a little at a time.

~~~~~~New chapter!!! Finally lol, school has been hectic. So much school. So much drama. I'm trying guys. Anyway, vote, comment, or follow if you aren't already!~~~~~~~~