Thank you, to everyone and anyone who mentioned that this was in code. Greatly appreciated.

Jamie grimaced. The Bat-clan was too loud for his liking- which he found rather ironic, because he would have thought them to be dark and stalker-y. Instead, they were constantly fighting, and seemed to have this endless supply of gory videos. They sung on the top of their lungs, complained about the store-bought cookies (and wouldn't even dare come near M'gann's, not that Jamie could blame them) and picked way too many fights with everyone and anyone. The girl- Spoiler?- was better, but she managed to make everyone feel like an idiot. And she could hit. Hard. From now on, Jamie will consider the "you hit like a girl" insult as a complement.

He had finally retreated to his room after Nightwing had started to sing "Baby", and picked up the closest book, sitting on his bed. He blatantly ignored scarab's comments, which basically consisted of, "These 'Bats' would be suitable allies," and, "The Red Hood's ways are logical." Because of course, the Scarab loved the only people in the world he wish didn't exist.

He was well into the book by the time Bart rushed in, not even bothering to open the door. He vibrated right in, jumping on Jamie's bed and crushed him into a hug. Jamie was about to yell at him- they were falling into Tartarus and he didn't know if they would make it and Bart why did you have to crash into his room now- but then he saw tears streaming down Bart's cheeks, and decided demigods and camps and falling OTPs could wait until later.

He pushed Bart away until he was a comfortable distance away (since he was sure the Scarab would kill Bart with or without his liking if Bart kept on invading their personal space) and frowned. "Whats wrong?"

"I don't know!" Bart cried with that over-dramaticness he put into everything and then proceeded to cry into one of Jamie's pillows.

Jamie sighed. "C'mon, hermano, tell me what happened." He wanted to pick up the book already.

"I was in my room," Bart started, but then the rest was buried into the pillow, and probably said too fast for Jamie to understand. Jamie sighed, and told Bart to start over again. It took a couple of tries, but finally, Bart managed to choke it out in a slightly manageable pace. "I was in my room, just, y'know, doing stuff, and then boom! the lights go out and they wouldn't turn on and at first I was like, 'yeah whatever,' but then I was like, 'Gosh it's really dark,' and then all my stuff turned off- like my clock and even my computer and I didn't know what to do and then I'm telling you something moved and Jamie don't laugh it's not funny, I'm telling you it really moved and then someone laughed but I don't know how they got in because my door was closed the whole time and I thought maybe it was Nightwing because sometimes he does that but then there was this voice and it was all like, 'I'm not Nightwing,' and it called me an 'inferior idiot' and I got so scared and Jamie please help there's a monster in my room and I can't-"

"Bart," Jamie said sternly.

"-do this by my self, I had to vibrate through my door because it wouldn't open and I left Flashamoozle in there all by him self-"

"Bart."

"-unless you count the goldfish, the goldfish is there but he can't protect him and so that means the monster can eat him or something and-

"Bart- Who the heck is Flashamoozle?"

"-he must be lonely and... Wait... You don't know who Flashamoozle is?" Bart looked at him innocently, holding the pillow in a death grip. By this point, there were tears streaming down his face. Whatever had been in there had really scared Bart. But then again, a lot of things scared Bart. "He's my stuffed turtle."

Jamie frowned. "You named a turtle after the Flash."

Bart threw the pillow at Jamie. "That's not the point!"

Jamie rolled his eyes. "Bart, I'm sure it was nothing." Bart started to protest, but Jamie said, "It probably was Nightwing. Or one of the guests we have in the Cave. They've been playing pranks like this on everyone."

Bart wiped the tears off his face and sniffed loudly. "But they're all in the common room. They're watching My Little Pony."

"My little Pony?" Jamie asked. "Actually, you know what, ese? I don't even want to know. If you're really that worried, we'll go look in your room. I'm sure it was nothing."

Bart looked unsure. "But I don't want to get eaten."

Jamie growled, looking longingly at his book. "We aren't going to get eaten. Let's go."

Jamie hoped he would get the chance to finish his book.