Madison's POV:
When we got home I automatically went and cleaned myself up and helped dick clean his cuts and bruises. Jason seemed upset or maybe even angry and layed in his room the rest of the day. Bruce eventually came in to talk to me and I told him what happen. Finally it was dinner time. "Madds....can you go tell Jason dinner is done" Bruce said to me and looked at his room door. I nodded and went and knocked on his door. I heard him talking and I assumed he was on his phone. "Dad...I really can't talk right now...Yeah Yeah OK...got it" I heard him say. Dad? What is he doing?! I thought. "Come in" I heard him say. I opened the door, confused. "How did you..." I said as he cut me off. "We gotta talk..." He said and looked at me seriously with a glisten in his eye.
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The Sister...?
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