a/n: memes are coming soon, i promise. just let me get over my small writer's block

"Where were you today!? You missed-"

"Courthouse getting all the documents. If I'd known how long this would've taken, J would've called my dad." I grumbled, taking off my heels and threw a briefcase at Dick. "Everything you need to sign is there and Steph will be home with us permanently."

"And you didn't call me? I thought we were doing this together." Dick said sounding hurt as I pressed a kiss to his forehead and sat next to him in the couch.

"Everything's under my name. Lease, bills, everything... I just need you to be there at the hearing next week and whenever a social worker pops in."

"Big step. You two ready?" Connor asked and we both shrugged.

"I mean, considering we've been raising Batkids since Jason, it was bound to happen eventually. Tim just doesn't want to leave yet, but I left it open just in case."

"If you would've told us ten years ago we would be adopting teenagers-"

"I wouldn't say anything because I was leaning my ABC's and 123's at that age." I interrupted.

"Wedding's getting awfully close, guys." Zatanna called out and passed us all some beers and glasses of wine. "Seems like just yesterday I met Mae with her mouth stitched and she was causing mayhem with Boy Wonder."

"You think I have time to get one more reconstruction? I don't want-"

"Nope. You got the last one after Arkham and that's enough. The scars are barely there anymore!" Dick protested and I rolled my eyes. "And not when we're so close to the wedding."

"The scars are way better than they were eight years ago, Mae." Megan defended and I shrugged.

"You have your dress already?" Barbara asked and I shook my head.

"With the whole custody thing, I don't have time! I set up an appointment next week and I plan on sticking to it this time."

"Good for you!" Artemis cheered and we all raised our glasses. "To the Graysons!"

"To the Graysons!" We all exclaimed.

"Which brings us to the next topic... the parties." Dick hummed and pulled out a list from his pocket. "Will, you're best man. Connor, you get the other half and babysit the kids."

"As long as I don't have to wear a dress again, I don't care. I'm just happy to be of service." Will rolled his eyes.

"Ladies, all of you are bridesmaids. And Artemis... I'd love it if you could be my maid of-"

"About fucking time!" She cut me off and we all laughed. "But there's the question of the hour... what about Bruce?"

"I... I don't know yet."

"Maeve, he's your father." Zatanna sighed.

"He's the reason Jay's dead! Now he's the fucking Arkham Knight of all people!"

"Clearly Bruce is still a sensitive topic." Dick called out and held my hand. "Okay, what about Harley?"

"She's going. I may have my differences with her and sometimes hate her, but she did her best."

"Ivy?"

"Supposedly she's dating my mom, so maybe."

"Selina?"

"If she's not there sitting next to Alfred, I'm not getting married."

"And Jason?" Artemis hesitated and my jaw clenched. "Which we still don't have a full blown explanation as to how and when he-"

"Ra's sent the LOA to take Jay's body and threw him in the Pit. Some of his memories are distorted and that's why Talia still has him under her thumb. Any other questions?" I spat and they all widened their eyes. "And I'll have him at a distance. That's why I want a ceremony outside so he can still be there, even if he's lurching on a building nearby or has a hidden camera somewhere."

"Why not try to bring him home a few night ago, Mae?"

"It wasn't the right time. I think Ra's knows I know he's alive and is waiting for his moment to strike, so I didn't do it... I just need to pick my moment."

"And when will that be?"

"When I cut off their heads and tear the Joker limb from limb."

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"You missed briefing."

"Take three guesses as to why. Not like I had much to add since I decided to take a small break from whatever shit show you have, Bruce." I spat, twirling the crowbar. "Doubt I missed anything interesting though."

"Maeve..." Bruce warned and I rolled my eyes, making my way towards the memorial cases. "If you're not going to be a part of this, I suggest you-"

"Leave? That's rich... and I am a part of this, I just need a break and to not be in the same room as you so I don't kill you."

"Nice to see you haven't lost your mojo." Barbara smirked. "Still cuckoo?"

"Mojo's still there and it's here to stay, I'm afraid. And I'm always cuckoo, Babs."

"Mom, I tried out that new staff you got me. Thing works wonders!" Tim called out and I grinned.

"Nice to hear, baby wing. Test the shock thingy and let me know."

"Mind telling us exactly why you're here if you're 'taking a leave'?" Bruce asked, using air quotes.

"Boy, I'm glad you asked!" I grinned and started to swing the crowbar again. "So there I was, minding my own business when I suddenly remembered free will exists and I have it."

"Oh, I love when she starts a story like that." Dick said to Alfred who nodded. "It always turns into a shit show and Bruce crying."

"So I got to thinking about these past twenty one years of my life and came to a few shocking conclusions... I've done a lot of terrible shit, killing people being one of them. I may regret it, but there's one death I definitely don't regret."

"Maeve-"

"Did you or did you not bring the Joker back to life?" I asked and everyone tensed. "Simple yes or no question."

"No, I didn't." Bruce replied. "I didn't even know he was dead until he came back."

"Then who did?"

"My theory is that Pyg finally found the secret to eternal life... or it could be-"

"Don't bring my mother into this." I snapped.

"Then how come he came back, Mae?" He took a step forward and I raised the crowbar.

"You have no fucking idea what you're saying. Harley would never. Not after she finally realized what a psycho he is. She may have been a terrible mom at times, but she tried!"

"Did she?"

"Did you?" Dick and I said in unison.

"Oh, shit." Tim whispered. "Barb, they're syncing again."

"That's when you know it's good, Tim. Now shut up."

"Harley may have failed her, but you failed all of us." Dick continued.

"Dick, you wanted-"

"I was eight and my parents just died! I didn't need to be thrown into the streets to hunt a murderer no matter how much I begged, I needed to be in serious therapy!" He yelled and paced around the Cave. "Have you any idea what you indirectly did to all of us? Do you have any idea what you did to Jason!?"

"Dick..." I warned.

"So that's what this is about?" Bruce asked and I fought the urge to throw the crowbar at his face.

"That's what it's always been about, Dad! You killed my boy!"

"That was the bomb and Joker."

"But you hesitated. Why on God's green Earth did you hesitate?" I begged for an answer but Bruce stayed quiet. "Jason's dead and you still don't have anything to say about it? You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

"It's not that simple as you want it to be, Maeve." Bruce sighed and I rolled my eyes, storming up to him and pulled him down with the crowbar.

"Every time I think about forgiving you, a shit show occurs. But guess what? I'm not fixing it this time. This is your doing and I'm going to be a constant reminder of what you did until you man up and give me an explanation."

"Mae-"

"And it better be soon. The wedding's coming up and your invitation is still under the maybe pile."