Miss independent
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance
Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
~Miss Independent ~ Kelly Clarkson~

...April 19, 2019...

It's been a few days since we've rescued Bruce and Damian. Bruce is recovering well and oddly quickly.

Bruce is currently out of the house at a meeting. Alfred went with him. Tim, Damian, Richy, and I have decided to get out of the cave to get some ice cream. Well, more like Richy and I dragged the two younger siblings out.

"Why can't I ride my own motorcycle?" Damian huffs, not agreeing to ride along with Tim.

"Because you're only 11," Richy responds. "You have a few more years before you can legally drive one as Damian Wayne instead of Robin."

"Ugh!" he huffs. "I am not riding with Drake!"

I sigh, ruffling his hair. "Fine. Richy looks like you're riding on your own. I'll take my own bike. Dami, you can ride with me."

"Aww..." Richy pouts.

"To the ice cream parlor!" I exclaim, taking a purple bike.

"You need helmets," Tim says.

Tim hands us our helmets before getting on his own and onto his bike. Damian gets on behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and lacing his fingers together. Tim takes a red one and Richy takes a green one. The garage opens and out we race to get ice cream.

We slow to a stop in front of the store, gaining the attention of anyone sitting at the tables outside. Damian is the first to get off, taking off his helmet in annoyance. I chuckle as I kick out the stand for my motorcycle, taking both our helmets and setting them on the seats.

"Haha!" I laugh loudly. "I won!"

"Only cause we let you," Richy says.

"Sure, sure. Say whatever you want to make you feel better about yourself," I grin.

Tim and Richy roll their eyes before placing their helmets down, and we all walk in together. We get in line.

"I hope you remembered to bring your wallet, Drake," Damian scoffs. "You're paying for all of this."

"Yeah, I figured as much," Tim rolls his eyes. "The three of you don't have any money."

"Yeah," I turn to Richy. "I guess after all this is over we need to find jobs... Wow, I've never actually thought about what I wanted to do..."

"I'm going to be a police officer," Richy immediately says.

"That's fitting," I nod.

"You could always join me," he grins. "We could be partners 24/7."

"As much as I would love that..." I admit, trailing off. "...being a cop wouldn't fit me."

"Maybe you could be an electrician?" Tim suggests.

"Sounds boring," I sigh. "I don't really have any normal talents. The only nonsuper talent I have is singing, and I probably won't get anywhere with that."

"Well, internet stars are all the rage now," Tim says. "Maybe you can become an overnight sensation?"

"Pssh, yeah right."

"We could start a youtube channel together," Richy suggests.

I laugh. "Sure, it couldn't hurt."

"Well, Dick, you're a Wayne. All of us are basically famous. We are the adopted children of Bruce Wayne after all. Paparazzi practically breathes down our necks," Tim says.

"Yeah, we're about to get some," I whisper, having been listening to nearby conversations. "Girls seem to really like you Tim."

"Well, I've been the only Wayne around," he says, basically shoving it into Richy and Damian's faces.

"Was... was that a pun?" I ask.

Tim gives me a smirk. "Didn't intend to but I'll say yes."

We make it to the cases of ice cream.

"Would you like to taste anything?" a worker asks.

"I want a bowl of coffee ice cream," Tim immediately says.

The worker quickly complies, scooping out to fill a bowl.

I look down at all the choices, reading off some Justice League based names. "Dark Knight, Krypton, and Golden Lasso?"

"Look, they have Robin, Nightwing, and Bolt based ice cream flavors too," Richy points out.

"Really?" I question, looking at the aqua and pink colored ice cream. "What's in it?"

"It's brown sugar ice cream that was colored," the worker tells me.

"Why would you guys still have a Bolt ice cream?"

"To honor her," the worker says. "She helped this city just as much as Batman does."

I smile bashfully. "I want a cake cone with a scoop of Bolt and a scoop of cake batter," I tell the worker. "Then three bowls full of both."

He gives me an surprised look.

"What's in the Robin?" Damian asks, eyeing the ice cream.

"C-Colored vanilla," the man stutters, trying to recover from my big order.

"A cup of that then," Damian nods approvingly.

"What's Nightwing's flavors?" Richy asks.

"Blue cotton candy with chocolate chunks."

He becomes jittery and immediately asks for two scoops in a cake cone.

The three of us go find a booth while Tim pays. Richy and I take up a side while Damian takes the other, taking up the rest with his legs. Tim walks up and gives him an annoyed look.

"Move your legs."

"Make me. I was here first," Damian retorts. Tim shrugs and sits on top his legs. "Drake! Get off of me!" He tries to move his legs, but Tim makes himself heavier using what he learned in aikido.

Tim continues to ignore his outbursts and threats. "You know, I bet if we get Bruce to sing with you, you'd get lots of subscribers immediately."

"Bruce can sing?" I ask.

"I got a recording back at the cave," Tim grins. "It was a strange situation with Diana and Zatanna that I'll tell you about later."

"Get off!" Damian shouts, shoving Tim off his legs.

Tim gives him a grin as he takes another bite of his ice cream.

"What can't he do..." I sigh. "But seriously, you need to send me the video. It's perfect blackmail."

"Will do."

A few girls walk up to our table. We look at them questioningly.

"A-Are you guys the Wayne brothers?" the middle girl asks.

"You're like really cute," the left girl responds.

"Uh, no, that's not us," Tim says. "We're just some random attractive family in Gotham."

I snicker.

"Family? You're their kids?" the final girl asks, looking to Richy and I. "You look kind of young to have kids their age."

Richy and I burst out laughing.

"It's not that funny!" Damian huffs.

"No, no. They're our little brothers," Richy says through chuckles.

"You're Tim though, right?" the middle asks. "You go to the same school I do."

Tim lets out a long and tired sigh. "Yeah, thats me. This is my little brother, Damian. That's my eldest brother, Dick, and his girlfriend Aura. Your name was Sasha, right?" Richy and I give her a wave with our names.

The middle girl nods. "That's right. I can't believe you remembered."

Suddenly the doors burst open and in rushes a bit of paparazzi, rushing over to our table.

"So, where has the rest of the family been for so long?"

They begin asking all sorts of questions related to that. We don't answer any.

"I think this is our cue to leave," I say, having finished up my ice cream. "Excuse us."

We push through the paparazzi, and they follow behind us.

"What are we supposed to do?" Damian asks annoyed.

I give him a wink. "Follow my lead."

We turn a corner out of their view for a second which is enough time for me to whisk Tim back to his motorcycle before returning. The paparazzi look confused but continue to follow. We turn again and this time I take Damian then return.

"Uh, Aura?" Richy looks at me.

"Take off your jacket," I tell him as we turn the corner into a crowd of people.

"Alright."

I take his jacket cover my head and turn my hair green before putting the jacket on myself and pulling him against the side. I kiss him. The paparazzi turn the corner and begin to look for us, looking away from the kissing couple rather quickly. They pass by us.

I give him a grin. "That's how you lose the paparazzi."

"Smart thinking," Richy compliments, giving me a quick peck.

"Of course," I wink. "Now let's get back to the mansion."

"Agreed."