I stand corrected.

On what point? You didn't make a statement that would warrant correcting.

You know what, getting real tired of your shi-

Shh! I'm watching!

Watching them bake necessitates silence? Seriously?

Listen closely, you can hear Hood singing...

Sure that isn't the voice in your head?

I swear I will-

No, I hear it too. Is he singing-

'Let It Go'?!

I told you guys, you haven't lived until you've seen Red Hood cry while watching Frozen.

But it isn't even emotional!

"Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know...well now they know!" Jason sung under his breath while he furiously mixed the cookie dough, completely oblivious to his and M'gann's audience. He sniffled, glad his domino mask was still on to conceal his tears.

The movie just struck a nerve with him.

I wonder, does he relate to Anna or Elsa?

Probably Olaf, let's be real.

Be nice.

What? Olaf is lovable...somewhat.

Are you saying you love Red Hood, Red Robin?

Well, he is technically family.

What?!

We have established this already, like, twelve times Jaime.

I know, but still.

Ohana.

What's with all the Disney references?

Nightwing here loves his Disney.

Hey, so does Spoiler and Black Bat! Not just me!

So, to get this straight, the only two not related to you all is Batgirl and Spoiler, seeing as they are or have dated you guys?

Correct.

And are you blood relatives of Batman?

Yes and no, only Robin is.

My head hurts.

"Cookies are almost done!" M'gann gleefully called out, her timing impeccable as Bart looked three seconds away from another meltdown. The team and the Bats all gathered around the kitchen island as M'gann and Jason finished icing their cookies. They brought them over, presenting them with a dramatic flourish of their wrists. "Voila!"

"They look delicious! At least, M'gann's do." Cassie shot Jason a glare, reaching for a cookie only to have her hand smacked away. "Hey! What was that for? How am I supposed to taste the cookies if I can't grab one?"

Jason and M'gann shared a look, seeming to have a quick telepathic conversation before he sighed in a melodramatic fashion. "Fine, but everyone close your eyes. We are going to mix them up so you can't tell whose is whose."

"But we know what they look like?"

"Shut up before I end you." With some grumblings, the teens listened to Jason for once and closed their eyes as he mixed up the cookies.

What if he poisoned them?

Don't worry, we have the antidotes to all his poisons.

That...isn't as reassuring as you think it is.

"Okay, taste test time." Everyone grabbed one of each designed cookie, taking a thoughtful bite of each. After chewing for a bit, they swallowed and shared a look amongst themselves. "Well? Who has the better cookie?"

"Er...sorry Hood, but M'gann still bakes better." Tim shrugged, nonapologetic.

"Eh, I put laxatives in mine in case you didn't vote for me. Have fun with that one." Jason smirked.

"You didn't." Dick's jaw went slack with shock. "We talked about your petty revenge-"

"Relax, I didn't actually...or did I?" Jason cackled, abruptly stopping when Cassandra chopped him in the throat. "Gak!"

"Truth." She glared through her cowl, crossing her arms over her chest with the rest of the team at her side.

"I couldn't do that to you, sis. Maybe to the demon and replacement here, but not you."

Replacement?

What does that mean?

Never mind.

But-

Never mind!

Okay...

Tim glared at Jason, grabbing him by the ear and tugging him away from the group. "A word, please."

"Well, since you asked so kindly..."

Conner strained his ears to try and hear what Tim was saying to Jason from the other room, but what he didn't know was Tim was writing a really long rant about secret identities and covers being blown on his gauntlet, one Jason was trying not to laugh at.

Conner gave his friends a small shake of his head, letting them know he was no closer to figuring out their identities than they were.

"Well, now that we've got the answer to who bakes better...what do we do now to waste some time?" Steph asked, perching herself on the countertop.

"Wait, question first."

"Shoot."

"Since Hood lost, do we still have to respect him?"

"If you don't want him to try to kill you, probably."

"Damn."

"Anyways! Back to me, what do we do?" Steph groaned. "I am bored. Entertain me."

"We could play charades?"

"What are we, ninety year old grandparents who lost their dentures and are trying to communicate with their nursing assistant that they want more tapioca pudding?"

"That was very oddly specific." Barbara scoffed. "But that's not a half bad idea, we may come back to that. For now, we could spar?"

"Ugh, but this is like a mini vacation away from all that nonsense." Cassie groaned dramatically.

"Nonsense?"

"You know what I mean. But sure, let's spar. Who goes first?" Cassie asked just as Tim and Jason returned to the room. "Hey, we are going to spar. Wanna join?"

"Hell yes! I've been itching to beat someone up!" Jason hollered, eyes practically shining with excitement through his domino mask.

"You have to sit this one out." Dick demanded, pulling the older brother tone of voice out. "You're injured."

"So? I'm basically ninety eight percent injury."

"No, Hood. You can join next time."

"I'm going to get you, Wing."

"Sure you are."

Jason mumbled some very colorful curse words under his breath as he sulked at the back of the precession to the sparring room, Damian snickering at him the entire time. Steph jumped onto his back and began babbling about how she would fight Damian for him, which led to some bickering between the three of them about how Jason didn't need anyone to fight his battles and how Damian could easily dispatch the blonde.

Cassandra was walking next to Artemis and Wally, glancing at the archer every now and then until Artemis finally snapped. "What?"

"Jade. Says hi." Cassandra whispered before trotting to catch up to Barbara, leaving behind a stunned Wally and Artemis.

"How does she know Jade?" Artemis whispered harshly to Wally.

"I don't know, babe, but there is a lot we need to learn about the Bat family."

"You're not wrong about that." Artemis nodded, watching as Tim dodged a rock thrown by Damian, ignoring the shouting of discouragement form Dick and encouragement from Steph and Jason as the two brothers dove at each other. "Not wrong at all."