Bruce thinks its time to have a female in the house, but with four boys already how will he handle a fifth child? and how will she handle having 4 new and very different brothers?
Ages:
Dick=17 Jason=16 Tim=14 Damian=12 Pax=10
mild language and I'...
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday too you, happy birthday Pax! Happy birthday to you!" I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. There was Alfred with a tray of bacon eggs toast, pancakes (with the works) and fruit. A smile spread across my lips.
"What's this for?" I asked as the old man placed the tray down on my bed.
"Well clearly not your birthday, I just enjoy singing the song," Alfred replied raising an eyebrow, the smallest of smirks on his face.
"I don't know if I can eat all this," I say shaking my head.
"We'll eat your fill. Your guests are due to arrive at around 3:30, the party will begin at 4." Alfred smiled.
"Ok, and thank you, Alfred."
"Any time, Miss Pax. Just place the tray on the stand when you're finished." With that, he left and I got to eat. I got nearly half of it gone before I had to stop. I quickly showed and got dressed in a black dress with white polka dots and a red ribbon tied around my waist with a bow in the back (see pick but with red ribbon)
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And plain black flats.
"Theirs the birthday girl!" Dick smiled rapping me in a hug.
"Don't call me that, it's weird," I say pushing him away slightly.
"Why? Is it true? Your the first birthday girl we've had." He smiled wide, his blue seemed to sparkle a bit more than usual.
"I'm just not used to being the center of attention. At the home-"
"No depressing backstories on birthdays." He said standing up. "Instead let's go watch a movie, I know "Lilo and Stitch" is your favorite..." he poked my stomach making me giggle and push him away.
"Ok, ok. But I'm stuffed from Alfred's breakfast so hold the popcorn for me." I smile as he takes my hand and leads me to the theater room where everyone, even Bruce is waiting.
"Don't you have to go into the office?" I asked sitting between him and Tim on the couch.
"And miss your birthday? You don't turn 11 every day you know."
"What's next? I get my acceptance letter to Hogwarts?" I asked shaking my head.
"I don't know, we're your parents killed by Voldemort?" Tim nudged me.
"You assume I'd be like Harry, but by parental logic, I'd actually be Voldemort," I say.
"what do you mean?" Tim asked giving me a funny look.
"My dad left my mom and my mom died giving birth," I say simply. Everyone gave me looks of sympathy... well, all but Damian who looked bored.
"So today is the anniversary of your mother's death?" Dick asked and I nodded.
