Gotham's Little Angel and Demon

9.

We all who did it put on our acting faces.

"No I didn't!"

"Dick Grayson, go get them now!"

"But. I. Don't know who to get them from!"

"Maybe that's why an anonymous car pulled up. You gave them the box, we have proof!" Mari cried, showing Bruce the Photoshopped picture.

"Tt, do as Father says Grayson!"

As Dick ran out of the cave, shaking in fear, I stared at the others, a smile on my face. Bruce left to see who posted on Ebay, and none other than Dick Grayson was posted for the title.

We left a trail to lead right to Dick, he never suspected us.

I high-fived Mari, then Jay. When I reached Damian, I offered my hand, but he pulled me in for a hug.

"That was the most fun I've had in a while, thanks." He whispered in my ear.

I smiled in response.

Mari looked at me before pulling Jay away. She understood what I wanted, privacy.

I pulled away, still smiling. "Bye Dami!" And I left, him smiling.

At dinner, I sat quietly, eating my waffles, to which the rest of the table except Mari and Jason were confused as to how I was eating waffles, while they were stuck eating lamb chops.

"Mari, you know your class comes here tomorrow." Bruce dropped.

Mari froze.

"Yours too, Jinni."

"FUCK!" I yelled. "That class doesn't give a damn about me!"

I jumped up and shot out the door. I ran back in and grabbed my waffles. "BYE!" I shot out again.

"Wha?" Dick asked.

"Don't get between her and her waffles." Mari said patiently. "Like, she will publicly hot shot murder you if you dare touch her waffles."

Dick paled. Damian barely smiled but Jay caught on. "OH MY GOD! DEMON SPAWN SMILED!!"

"Tt, Todd!" Damian stood, glaring at him, but laughter erupted in the room.

"Aight, I'm back. What'd I miss?" I say walking back in with a clean plate. "Alfred, more waffles please?"

"Sure Miss." He took the plate and left.

"Demon smiled." Mari smirked wickedly.

"Like hell he did, without me." I snort, "god knows what happened. My waffles, my poor babies." I groan.

"Miss Jinni." Alfred reappeared. "Your waffles." He set the plate, piled high with waffles, butter, and generously served with syrup.

I looked at them, my stomach growling. Tim looked at them like HOW. B just was confused. And the girls? They just were like. Whatever. We don't care.

I stacked a waffle on my fork and devoured it whole. My cheeks looked like chipmunk cheeks.

"Do I stay here or?"