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Chapter Five

Little things with the family, another realization, and family dinner.

Life at Best as We Know It

"I honestly feel like I've stepped into a movie." Y/N said as she walks in the library, along with Stephanie and Cassandra.

"Eh, I'm sure it's nothing too different from the places back there in your home." Stephanie shrugs, sitting herself on a couch.

After their lunch was done, though it was only her, Stephanie, Cassndra, Damian and Alfred, as the others were off to their on agendas—Stephanie asked Y/N for them to explore the manor and of course, Y/N agreed.

Y/N laughs. "Well honey, I've never been in a manor before, so it's still impressive." Her eyes roaming the spacious room, entranced by the beauty of it; tall shelves filled with books that she sure knows she could only hope to have. Wide, tall windows that shows the garden, sunlight illuminating the room, still the golden lights were on, making the brown colors shine out more. "Wow," she huffs, grinning, "I could never be bored here." Y/N said as she walks to the shelves, her hand trailing the books.

"And you have all the time in the world but let's go!" Stephanie jumped off the couch, dragging Cassandra with her and Y/N only laughed, seeing Cassandra was disappointed from being ruined of her comfort in her chair.

And so there they were, here and there. From the game room, Y/N didn't expect less when she saw the place, as grand as the library in her eye. They, of course, played. With Y/N attempting to try the billiard and failed miserably, which resulted to a lot of laughing fit, though Cassandra and Stephanie wasn't so good at it, they managed. At least the hockey was much more bearable for them, their loud voices echoing around the room.

To Y/N's demise, she lost to the both of them, the two ended up high fiving each other with wide smiles on their faces then proceeded to beat each other. Let's just say it took more time than they were supposed to. Much later on they finished their game and headed off again.

"I shall challenge you both to a rematch sometime," Y/N announced as the three of them walked through the hallway. Stephanie laughed and Cassandra smiled.

"Yeah, so we could beat you again," Stephanie smugly said.

"Do not be so smug now, my dear." Y/N laughed.

"She did put up a fair fight." Cassandra spoke. Y/N turned to Stephanie and made a gesture, saying 'see?' Stephanie only chuckled and let her be.

They arrived outside where the pool was, the place surrounded by a few tables with umbrellas under it. The water reflecting a bright blue color as the sun was still in its prime. "This is one hell of a place to live in." Y/N said.

"You could say that," replied Stephanie.

Y/N walked to the edge of the pool and crouched down, dipping her hand in the water. Her mind aimlessly flying off to some place. It still felt surreal to her, everything for that matter. Her mother and now her staying with these people. Y/N scoffed though in a laughing manner, "...I've only read about your family once a few times, and that's always unintentionally....I never expected to see you people, much less stay in your home."

"We never expect some things to be the way they are, anyway." Stephanie said softly, not wanting to hit off any string that can hurt.

"I suppose you're right," uttered Y/N, her hand still swaying in the water. Only the sound of trees dancing with the wind and the water waving gently was heard, it was like that for a minute or two; Stephanie and Cassandra stood behind her, hesitating, until Cassandra looked to Stephanie and nodded to her.

Cassandra crouched down beside her and patted her other hand that laid on the ground. She said nothing but smiled reassuringly when Y/N looked at her. Y/N's look of uncertainty was replaced with awe and smiled back—squeezing her hand gently.

"If it's okay.... could you bake your pastries again?" Cassandra asked, her soft tone melting Y/N.

"Yes! and we could help!" Stephanie spoke a bit loudly, clapping her hands once. Y/N almost cringed, remembering Alfred's words and pursed her lips to not laugh. Stephanie didn't miss this as the two stood up. "Hey, we'll really just help and swear we won't burn down the kitchen." She assured.

"Alright, if you say so," Y/N teased her. As they were headed to the kitchen, Damian was just walking down the stairs and they stopped once they saw each other.

"Hi there, we didn't interrupt you, I hope? I think we may have gone too loud in the game room earlier." Y/N spoke.

Damian shook his head, "You didn't, and it wouldn't be the first time if it did happen," Stephanie snickered, already walking off to the kitchen, "We'll help Y/N bake, join if you want." She trailed.

"That wouldn't be the best idea." Damian said clearly, looking at Y/N and she laughed. "Don't worry, I'll make sure nothing will happen that can kill Alfred." She waited for him and he followed despite his objections.

"I can assure you nothing can't surprise Alfred anymore." He said as they went in the kitchen.

"Oh, I can assure you, Master Damian, that a lot of things can still surprise me." Alfred made himself known by walking in the other door of the room. Damian looked down sheepishly as well Cassandra and Stephanie who smiled, feeling caught.

"Do not let them get too comfortable here or else we'll regret it." Alfred warned and Y/N laughed loudly, before covering her mouth. "I won't, Al," she assured as he went out.

Y/N sighed, shaking her head, "What could have possibly went too south for him to be so against of some of you being here?"

"....Everything?" Stephanie retorted.

"I see, well it's never too late to learn a few things." Y/N starts to get a few equipments out of the cabinets, "So, what do you want to have?" she asked.

"I love Alfred's scones and yours, by the way and his cookies, but should we have something new?" Stephanie asked Damian and Cassandra.

"Madeleines?" said Cassandra.

Damian only shrugged reluctantly, "Victoria cake?.... Or so I've heard."

They started to work, with them helping Y/N prepare the tools and ingredients together in one place. With Y/N making them familiar with each equipment or tools and the ingredients, so as to prevent them from repeating the happenings they done in the past that continues to scare Alfred to this day.

"Yes, fold it like that, keep it up-No! Not that fast, Damian," Y/N's worried voice made Damian halt with his movement, now aware that the batter could have possibly made a mess if he continued it.

"Oh," uttered Damian, frowning. "Becareful with those knives, you two," Y/N said to Cassandra and Stephanie, who were cutting strawberries, they might have been much too into it as they were almost like playing with the knives they held. Y/N walks to Damian and asked to have the spatula and the bowl he held. "You just fold it gently and not over do it," she said, with him watching intently, "Here, you try." She gave it to him and nodded for him to go on.

He took it hesitantly and did what he just saw, "There, you're getting it." Y/N smiled at him. Damian looked down and let his lips curved.

"See, we're not so bad at this." Stephanie remarked.

"Darling, the way you're both holding the knife is scaring me." Their skills from their hidden identities showing, Stephanie chuckled a small 'hehe', "Sorry." Y/N only shook her head.

Bickering here and there, Y/N's worried voice and her instructions, they managed or she rather, managed to manage the three to help them learn and actually do some work.

"Thirty minutes for the madeleines and twenty for victoria." Y/N announced as they put in the batters in the oven, she dusted her hands off before laying it on her waist, eyeing the counter and sink with their used tools and everything.

"Now, let's clean this while it bakes," she added. Y/N began to wash the dishes, while Stephanie helped her, Cassandra drying it off and Damian putting them back in their places.

"I...." Stephanie hesitated, Y/N looks at her and she sees the said girl with unsure eyes, she smiled softly and waited for her. "You're....doing good, I hope..or at least all of us."

"I am," Y/N uttered, nodding, "It's not easy, loss is never easy anyway and never will, no? But it helps when you're never alone too." Said her.

From being together, with the storms they've gone through the years, with everything...they have learned that; no one has through go something alone, they never need to be alone. Alfred just reminded them of that sentiment and now here they were again.

"I...me staying here is a lot, honestly, for you guys, I mean...and with my situation... it's easy for me because of you, your genuineness. I can't be more thankful enough..." Y/N turned off the faucet and laid her hands on the sink, releasing a shaky breath. "But I apologize as well...if this whole thing makes you uneasy, it's only understandable after all."

Stephanie dried off her hands as they were done, "We're just glad to help."

"It's...it's not easy for anyone here...and that's okay." Cassandra says.

"And it has been said, no one needs to be alone." Damian declared.

Y/N had to prevent herself from crying at their act of kindness again, pursing her lips to stop her mouth from quivering as she can feel it all again. "Yes, yes...thank you, again," she mumbled quietly, drying her hands.

It's so easy to feel so small when you feel those big emotions, how they know too much of the feeling. Familiarity is what they could agree on.

Not much later on, the baking was done and they proceeded to finish making their desserts. As Cassandra and Y/N were making the filling for the victoria cake, with Y/N still teaching them step by step.

"Stephanie, please get the powdered sugar," asked Y/N as she continued to assist Cassandra.

When Stephanie held the bag of it, she raised her eyebrows and smirked. But Y/N saw this, "Stephanie...no!" She yelled but it was late as the troublemaker already threw a fistful of it to Damian.

"You dare!" shouted Damian and slammed the spatula he was holding—his upper body covered with white powder. Rationality left his body as he saw the flour still on the counter and went for it.

"No-" Suddenly, Stephanie's face was covered with flour, she blew out a breath and it puffed out like smoke. "Oh, it's on." She threatened.

"Guys," Y/N started again but she noticed Cassandra gathering whipped cream for the filling in the spatula she was holding and she halted as she saw Y/N looking at her. Y/N narrowed her eyes, "Don't even." She gritted her voice.

Cassandra only smiled and flicked the spatula to Damian without any effort to make her target perfect, still it hit him. To his relief, just on his chest. "Ha!" Stephanie yelled and ran over to Cassandra and high fived together.

"I will end you both." Damian managed to sound menacing despite looking silly, Y/N couldn't help but blurt out a laugh.

They turned to her and her smile fell as did her heart.

"You wouldn't." She dared tightly, and she knew she was dead while they all gathered something in their hand. They all had the same sinister smirk and gazes changed. "Alfred will kill you."

"Not if we force to make you join, he won't." Damian taunted.

"Don't-"

She was cut off with her own scream as Stephanie took the first hit with her powdered sugar, Damian with flour and Cassandra with the whipped cream. "Oh, now you've done it." She wiped off the powder that was on her face and dared for something more as she took an egg—their smug faces fell.

"That's not fair," Damian said.

"Darling, three against one is not fair." Y/N stated while making her stance.

Before she could throw it, "Is everything okay—woah!" Dick walked in the kitchen with Duke and Tim following. Y/N suddenly collected herself but threw a sharp gaze to the three.

"Oh, Alfred is gonna love this." Duke said as they see the state of the room and the four as well.

"You guys are so dead." Tim laughed.

"Shut it." Damian eyed his brother as he took a towel to clean himself, the three doing the same.

"If Alfred sees this then, yes, we're dead. " Y/N said, hurriedly fixing herself and went to fix a few things they've made mess of. "Cassandra, come now and let's finish this. You two start as well with the glaze." Y/N demanded with a demeaning tone but still gentle. They followed with no complaints despite them still sticky and a mess from their doings.

The three watched with amusement, surprised as well to see them working rather well. "What can we help with?" Dick asked and Y/N smiled, "You're a saint-" they all snickered, Y/N ignored it, "Well, there's still some of the mess they made, so that. Thank you"

They began to clean the remaining mess but Y/N sees the same look again as Tim held the bag of flour. "Don't you dare." Tim's mischievous gaze vanished immediately when he sees the warning stare of her, almost similar to Alfred's. "I wasn't going to," replied Tim, while Duke only raised his eyebrows at him.

Y/N sighed, "Now I see why Alfred is so keen on keeping you away from the kitchen."

"Yeah and now that you've taught them a few, it looks like they won't be staying away from it too soon." Dick chuckled, pertaining to Damian and Stephanie specifically who were focused on glazing the madeleines.

Y/N hummed, "I don't know if I should be glad or get more worried."

"I think we should all be worried." Duke says, laughing warily.

Oh, this will be a feast for their eyes.

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To Alfred's relief, the kitchen was how it was supposed to be, though he had no doubts they did what they thought he didn't know.

"I expect better from you children if you think I don't know what you did." Alfred says as he walks in the kitchen, while they were devouring their foods.

"I warned them," said Y/N, not denying any claim to what ever Alfred may be referring to. The three rascals from earlier all narrowed their eyes at her, the other three just laughed.

"She was gonna join too, if you must know." Damian

"But I didn't, thanks to your brothers by the way." Y/N smiled teasingly at Damian and nodded to the three men. Damian scoffed and crossed his arms on his chest.

Alfred only sighed, his dire aura changing to his normal state, "Well, at least nothing is damaged this time, I suppose." He said and all except Y/N muttered an agreement and with her confused face.

"I finally know how to bake, Al." Stephanie said enthusiastically as she held up a plate of the madeleines. "Well, at least I know a few," continued her.

Cassandra did the same, pointing to her plate. "Yes, it would appear so. That's something to be watch closely so as for us to not regret it." Alfred retorted and Y/N laughed loudly, throwing her head back. Stephanie eyed the both of them while Damian rolled his eyes and Cassandra just shrugged.

"How I've missed your wits, Alfred." Y/N expressed, shaking her head.

Alfred smiled and nodded. "Well, you should clean yourselves up properly now," he started. "And if you make a mess of my kitchen again, I will never let you step foot here ever again." He warned, emitting authority well that even the other innocent three men agreed to his order. Y/N snorted, amused.

They parted ways then. Y/N took her time in the shower and decided to explore outside of the manor. As she went a bit further, her eyes furrowed when she sees a barn.

"...Huh?" she said out loud, confused and started to smile, "A barn...I shouldn't be surprised."

She walked towards to it, hearing noises the closer she got, knocking on the small door, "Hello?" she asked as she opened it. And there she sees Damian, out of his dirty clothes as well, feeding their cow.

"Y/N, hello." Damian greets her casually and Y/N huffed, chuckling.

"And a cow, of course," she says, at least to herself. She goes to him, cooing when Damian held another batch grains to give it to the cow. "She's adorable, what do you call her?" She approached them, gently patting its head.

"...Bat-cow," Y/N grinned, confused. "Bat, huh? Like Batman?"

Damian blinked, "Yes, I...uh, I like Batman, I guess," he muttered.

"Cute," she said. "Are there anymore animals here I could meet?" joked her.

"I do have a cat, his name is Alfred." Damian said, a smile cracking. "Bat-cow and Alfred......hmm, not bad." Y/N giggled. Damian walked off from their place, intending to look for his cat and he found him. "Here he is," he says, cradling Alfred in his arms.

"He's pretty," said Y/N, though didn't pet it as she was scared to.

"Alfred gave him to me." Smiling when he laid the cat back down on the ground.

"Ah, make sense." She nodded. Damian walked back to the cow, with Y/N following, he pets her again, "I'll be back later for your dinner." They walked together out of the barn, Alfred the cat following beside them.

"Thank you for teaching us a few in baking, by the way, I had a good time." Damian said.

"I had fun too and I'm glad you did. I could teach you again sometime,"

Damian stopped walking, she turns to him and stopped as well—they were in the middle of the grass plains. She looks at the child concerned, "Is something wrong?"

"I..." he hesitates, his gaze down, "I still don't get how when someone you love dies, you're like....that...and the people at the reception." He lets out the thoughts that's been going on in his head once a few times the past days.

Y/N smiled gently at the child before sitting down on the grass and patted the spot beside her, Damian followed and took Alfred in his arms. "I honestly have thought the same thing once, even thought that I wasn't grieving enough but It's as I said, death never hits anyone the same, nor we grieve in the same way....I think what matters most when we grieve is that we try to be....kind still, or at least that's what I've been holding onto anyway."

"I see..." Damian said mindlessly, looking far ahead, "I wouldn't know what to do if I lose someone I care about." In him, at least part of him, knows what he'd do but he wasn't always so sure about it, because of the promise to his father and to himself.

"Well...whatever happens then, at least it has been said we're never supposed to go through things alone." He looks at her quite surprised and she just smiled. "That's true," whispered him.

"Your mother..." Y/N says questioningly, she hopes to not regret she spoke that.

"She is well," he confirmed, nodding and Y/N uttered in relief. "We see each other from time to time." He was smiling while petting his cat.

"Do you miss her?"

He took a beat before replying, "Everyday."

"Do you?" He asked.

She smiled, "Everyday."

He lied down on the grass, the sky was bright. "Are you happy?"

She did the same, "I am, are you?"

"I am."

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Y/N heads back to the kitchen just after she and Damian finished their short time together. There at last, she saw Jason inside—though she yelped, still getting surprised. She grips the side of the door, laughing. "Again, huh?" She says.

"Again," Jason repeated, huffing out a smirk before taking a bite off his madeleine. He couldn't help but feel glad that she found him this time. That feeling lingered but he again, tried to cut it off.

Y/N shakes her head, walking to the fridge to get a glass of water. She sighed before speaking, "Thank you for yesterday again."

"All I said were a few words," he replied, creasing his eyebrows. He should have worded it better, he thinks.

Chuckling once she finished her drink, "That would be true....but we should never underestimate how heavy a sincere words can be, even if it's only a few." Says her as she leaned her waist on the counter with him across from her.

Jason nodded slowly, agreeing. "I'll be keeping that in mind, " his mind flowing back to the times his people spoke words to him, confrontations, reassurances, everything in between those—that much he knows true.

He breathes out a chuckle, "Now, I heard you caused a ruckus earlier," he says.

"It was them," she corrected

"And you taught them as well?" He laughed, though lightly. It was a sound she could get used to.

"Well, I said it's never too late to learn."

"I'm sure you did." Y/N laughed at this.

"Give them a little credit, Damian and Stephanie did the most of those madeleines you're eating and it's very good, is it not?" She raises her eyebrows at him, a smile threatening to curve.

"Only because you taught them."

"Darling, that's the point of teaching." Jason's lips quirked, amused. She didn't expect the little fluttering in her when she said the pet name that she usually says often.

"You taught that little brat to bake, I'll give you credit," he says as he finished eating.

"I shall be honored then." Y/N bowed her head, giggling.

"You're not welcome." He bluntly said. Y/N laughed in mock disbelief, laying a hand on her chest.

"You wound me," she gasped. He smiles this time as he was obliged by the glint of delight in her eyes which he caught earlier. She pursed her lips, though her face was covered in amusement as much as him—she faltered as she felt her heart flutter again, seeing his smile as he looks at her. Pretty. She could have bit her tongue.

"My pleasure." Jason tipped his head, smile still etched to his face.

She rolled her eyes at him, before she stands up straight, crossing her arms on her chest, ignoring the sudden heavy beats of her heart. "I suppose you'll take another of those on the way?" She asked, gesturing to the plates of the pastries they made.

"I won't be hearing the end of it if they see me, so no."

"Ah, of course," Y/N chuckles, "Too bad for you then," she continued teasingly as she began to walk to the door. Certainty and the opposite of it was brewing in her, what she was sure of was that she needed air, and away from him. Jason only laughed freely, she got a glimpse of his smile again, the sound of his laugh ringing clear to her ears even when she's now a bit far away from the room.

She closed her eyes, shaking her head as she continues to feel the thumping of her heart, "It's nothing," she mumbled to herself and gripped her chest.

You can't possibly be serious right now.

In end of the stairs she finds herself, with hands now on her waist, she released the tension she didn't realized she was holding, "Nothing," she said clearly this time.

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Family dinner in the Wayne manor sometimes mean,the family, and tonight is one of those. The dining room bright as it can be, with the candles on the table, the foods, and their lively voices.

Though Y/N was uneasy when Alfred told her about it while they were preparing for dinner, she was rather enthralled still to meet more of their members. Now being in the middle of it, she waswiththem.

But of course, they knew to be careful so as to not let any hidden truths be known to someone different from them. Or Bruce just told them.

"They're not being a pain to you, aren't they?" Kate asked Y/N, referring to the kids, at least in her eyes. To which a few of them responded with protests. Bruce and Alfred only smiled.

Y/N laughs, shaking her head, "They've been treating me in a way more than I could ever be thankful for." Then says her softly that caught them off guard.

"Sounds unlike them." Luke retorted, breaking off their gazes that was laced with serenity to glaring at the said man, at least the kids again.

"You'll boost their ego." Harper followed.

"I don't see how much more of their ego can be boosted." Y/N replied, proudly grinning.

"I don't know, she's saying the truth." Barbara smirked, shrugging.

Amidst the laughter and complains that roared, Y/N finds her eyes to be at Jason's, with a smile almost showing—and then he caught her gaze that made her breath hitched.

He smiled at her while raising his eyebrows to which Y/N just brushed off with a small laugh, now looking down. "Ah, shit," whispered her.

So much for nothing

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