The next morning was a cloudy one, but camp activities were still on, though tentative to rain fall. It was England after all. The girls woke up bickering and fought and raced their way to the hall for breakfast. While the girls argued over food, their original cabin mates became friends over betting which twin would drive out who first.

After breakfast was over, (thank god!) Emma wanted to go swimming, but Ella wanted to head to the art studio. Eventually a camp counselor had to interject to make the decision, and it was paint first, swim second.

Emma frowned and groaned all the way to the studio, and had great plans to mess with Ella's art work, but things changed. Emma was made to work on her own canvas a distance away from Ella, and the American girl had all the plans ready to ruin Spain's pastel work, but one glimpse of her artwork reminded Emma so bad of home, she gave up. Ella noticed.

Swimming was next, and now Ella was the one with the devil on her mind as they made their way to the locker room. But plans changed. Elena had to wait for Emma to change into he swimsuit, and her plan was going to be executed the moment her evil twin stepped out of the station. But one look at the necklace still hanging on the other girl's neck pulled strings in Elena's heart, and all plans went to hell. Emma noticed.

After lunch it was free time, and both girls were away hanging out with their own friends. Noticeably, neither whined about the other. Not long after free time had begun that the clouds over London broke and rain fell by the pails. There was a chaotic stampede of squealing t(w)een girls everywhere as everyone ran to find shelter.

In their rackety old lodge, Emma put a pail under the leaking hole in the roof and slumped on her bed, headphones in, scrolling through the iPod she had snuck in. She looked up to find her evil twin busy in her sketchbook. Suddenly the wind picked up and changed direction, blowing rain in through the window on Ella's side and she instantly tossed her pad away and tried to close the window. Only a few seconds had passed when Emma came over, helping to close the window. The girls took a tired heave when it finally closed and shared a smile.

"Oh Dios!" Ella frowned as she spotted her drawings scattered on the floor.

"Here, let me help." Emma went on her knees too and began picking up the pictures. One caught her eye, again. It was a drawing of the Manor, almost as if it had been a picture.

"What's this?" Emma asked, holding up the drawing of her home.

Ella smirked. "Oh, that's just the castle from the bedtime story my mom used to tell me. She's told me it ever since I can remember. It's almost like I've lived there my whole life.

"Are all these pictures from the story she tells you?" Emma asked as she vaguely flipped through some.

"Well, most of them are. Wanna see?" Ella said, sitting on her bed and patting a spot for Emma.

"Sure," Emma took the spot next to Ella as she compiled her drawings.

The manor was the first picture.

"This is Bat Manor."

Emma almost choked.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Continue."

Elena moved to the next picture, again the Manor.

"Well, anyway. The castle's huge! It's got this beautiful garden with a fountain and a million steps that lead to the manor."

Emma snickered.

Elena showed more detailed drawings of the house and continued her story.

"This is the Prince's guardian and advisor. He used to be a British soldier. He's old, but plenty healthy for his age. And he makes the most amazing food. My mum said."

As Elena continued the introduction of the person on the paper, Emma began to grow upset missing Alfred.

"This is the Prince's first son. He's adopted. He's originally grew up in a circus, but after an accident, the prince took him in. He's very flexible and athletic. And he's got a nice butt!"

Both girls oohed at the picture of Dick Grayson and laughed.

"In the story, prince Richard is SO different from his father. He never takes anything too seriously. I mean, they share the same goals, but they got different approaches."

You got THAT right, Emma thought as Elena moved on to the next picture.

"This is the second-no, wait- the third prince: Timothy the Wise. He's really smart. Sometimes he's smarter than the Prince-the father prince, I mean. And he lives on coffee!"

Emma laughed hysterically as Ella told a funny story of a sleep deprived Tim.

Next it was Jason, but an old picture of him.

"He doesn't look like that anymore. He keeps changing the hair." Emma blurted and immediately covered her mouth.

"Pardon, what was that you said?"

Emma fixed her pose and took her hand off her mouth.

"THAT... is Jason Todd."

"H-how did you know that?"

"Because he's lives with me..." Emma pulled out the drawing of the manor, "in THAT house, which is actually called WAYNE manor."

Elena jumped off the bed, walking in circles, neurons firing in her mind.

"I-I always thought the girl in the story who looks just like me, was ME. But no!"

Ella stopped in front of Emma and pulled her off the bed.

"No, that girl in the story is you! That means, everyone else in the story is probably real tambien. Aún, even the Knight Prince y and the Cat Queen. Which is so definitely my mama." Elena slowed down as the Knight Prince was revealed in her mind.

"That would mean that the Knight Prince... is my papa?"

"He's already mine." Emma interjected, almost defensively.

"So if your dad is MY dad, would that mean my mama is YOUR mom?"

"I... don't know! This is crazy! This is NOT happening!"

"Well, do you have a picture of your mother?" Elena asked.

"I have one. I'm not really supposed to, but I kinda snuck it with me. She's looking at dad in the photo so I don't have a frontal view of her. I thought I could find her in Europe. That's where... dad said she went."

"Spain, to be more specific?" Elena said over her back as she rummaged through her drawings. "Do you have that picture contigo?"

"Sí-yeah! It's in my suitcase. Why?"

Elena quickly spun around and sat on her bed, startling Emma. In her hand she clutched a paper to her heart.

"Please get it."

"Okay." Emma didn't take too long finding the picture of her parents and brought it over, hugging it to her chest.

"On three?"

"Tres."

Both girls took a big breath before starting a count in their languages.

"One/uno

Two/dos

Three/tres!"

The paper Ella held was an almost exact replica of the picture Emma had revealed.

Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. The Bat and the Cat.

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