At Wyane Family Dinner

*Everyone eats sliently, but keeps looking up at Dick. Who has a black eye. They also keeps looking at the strange girl who the Batboys have never met before"

Jason: OK, I'm just going ask it, Goldie why do you have a black eye?

Damian: I honnestly, don't care about Grayson, but I do want to know who she is. (Points at Pixie Boots Lover)

Dick: Thank for the concern Damian. That, her name is Lu-

PBL: PIXIE BOOTS LOVER!!! Um, sorry Dick. My name is Pixie Boots Lover.

Tim: That's really long, can I just call you Pixie?

PBL: Yeah shure.

Barbara: Jay, the reason Dick has a black eye is he told my Dad I was pregent with his child.

Bruce: WHAT!!!

*Damian spits out food*

Jason: What the F*CK!!!

Tim: Why didn't you guys use protection?!

Alferd: Master Richard!

*PBL stands up on chair*

PBL: SHUT UP!!! 

*Everyone goes slient*

PBL: Thank you. Barbara is not really pregent it was a dare from @tick-tack 

Jason: *starts smiling* So Goldie, you got punched in the face, by Barbara's dad.

Barbara: Yeah he did. My dad actully got out his tazer, but Pixie knocked him out with a Harry Potter book.

Damian: Have you ever read the Harry Potter series?

PBL: Yes, they are the best books ever!

Damian: I also enjoy them. My favorite is Harry Potter and the Chamber of secrects.

PBL: Same! *Smiles at Damian* you have wonderful taste in books.

Damian: *Tries not to look pleased* Tt-of course I do.

Jason: Awwww, does Damian have a friend

Damian: *blushes* Stop being stupid Todd. 

Tim: No I think you have a crush on Pixie.

Damian: THAT IS IT!!

*Starts attacking Tim*

Bruce: So your not pregent.

Babs: Nope. My Dad was annoyed that we told him that I was but once he found out I was not he didn't want to kill Dick.

Alferd: I can see why. I would not be happy if my 16 year old daughter told me she was birthing the next flying Grayson.

PBL: Is it normal for them *points at Damian and Tim* to still be fighting?

Dick: Yeah pretty much. By way, thanks for protecting me from getting tazed. 

PBL: No problem. 

Alferd: Does anyone want dessert I made cookies?

PBL: OH MY LORD ALFERD'S COOKIES! Yeah, comment, ask, dare, I need to stuff my face now.