Sorry, I had to go to school. Its evil. IMiller13 is still my boss, but she has let me tell all you readers that read my stories, there will be at least 4 books. I hope I can write them all. 

Weird quote of the day: 

"Do or do not, There is no try"

Tell me who said that one, where its from, and what it means.

~Ems~

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(Nightingale's/Rosie's POV)

I finely get to meet my sister face-to-face. I hope I didn't come off too hard in that phone call. Uncle Damian thought it would be super funny to try and tickle me while I was on the phone. So I was trying to give him the classic 'Bat family' glare at the time. I'm not sure what Clare heard, but I hope she didn't get the wrong message about her coming to live here in Gotham. 

I saw the plane landed and I run off to find my dad. He's talking to my aunts, Ember, Zoey, and May. Something about being nice to Clare and not giving her a huge bear hug when she got here.

"Daddy, the plane just landed. Can I go and great her", I said, pulling on my dad's sleeve. What, I'm 14 and I'm pretty short for my age, while my dad is 6"5. I'm only just 5"0. He has a full foot plus 5 inches on me.

"Go ahead, but have Alfred or grandpa go with you", He said, referring to his adoptive father Bruce Wayne and my sort-of great grandpa/Butler, Alfred.

I run up to Grandpa Bruce, and told him that the plane with my sister had just landed and my dad didn't want me to go out on the tarmac alone. 

"I'll go with you. I'm excited too", He said as I opened my mouth to tell him I was excited and if he was excited too. 

"Come on, Grandpa. I want to meet her before next week", I said to my grandpa Bruce as I ran across the tarmac, while he lagged behind. He wasn't really that slow, but he does prefer to meet people as slow as he can.

"Rosie, if your so ready to meet her why don't why go and meet her already", Grandpa said, waving me forward.

I ran up to the plane and watch as the door opened and the stairs unfolded. Two large suit cases came flying out at me. I ducked and dodged both of them. They landed on the tarmac with a loud crash.

Following the suitcases was a beautiful blond haired girl in red sweatpants and a red windbreaker. I was shocked to see that she also was shoved out of the plane. She tumbled down the stairs and knotted me over. 

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what's gotten into those pilots but they sure are mean", The girl said, getting up and helping me up. 

"Are you Clare Grayson", I asked, quietly. I rubbed wrist. I had hurt it last night on patrol with uncle Tim and aunt May. I had a brace on it, but the impacted hurt it a little more. The thing throbbed a little. 

"Yeah, and who are you", the girl, Clare, said, looking at me warily. I guess I looked a little tough. What, with my dark clothes and sunglasses. 

"I'm Rosie Grayson, your little sister. Oh and this is Grandpa Bruce", I said as the Grandpa in question walked up behind me. 

"Oh, so you think you're tougher then me you little twerp, you're wrong. I can beat you to a pulp just for practice. Same goes for talking tough. You're just a weakling playing at being strong, so just drop the act already", Clare said, her face changing from nice to mean in a second flat, and picked up her bags and pushing past both me and my grandpa. 

She walked past my whole family and got into grandpa's car. The rest of us followed her and we left the airport and went home to the manor.                

I rode with my dad. He looked a little surprised at my sister's actions, but he focused on the road. It had started to rain. 

"Dad, I think Clare hates me", I said, picking at my brace. 

"Sweetheart, she doesn't hate you. She just isn't use to you yet. But, I promise she will", He said as we pulled into the driveway of the house.

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Oh, there is a little sibling rivalry between Clare and Rosie. Lets see what will happen next.

~Ems~