Grayson grins, her hands still over her mouth. She looks at Quinn. "They're going to kill us. They're all going to kill us for killing her." Her face suddenly falls, and she covers her mouth again. "Oh my God! Spoilers, if you haven't read that chapter!" Grayson cries, laughing. "Although I don't know why you wouldn't have… Anyways, Grayson and Quinn here back for Authors' Notes, Take Two! For Part Two!" she laughs. Quinn flops over the back of the couch and hits the ground with a thud.

"They're going to kill me!" she squeals. Grayson laughs.

"Yeah, it was your fault. Suck it. Guys, if you want to kill someone, take her!" she cries, grinning. Grayson sighs. "What are we even going to talk about in this one? I had a whole bunch of stuff that I thought of, but I can't remember any of them."

"I know some things," Quinn's head pops up over the back of the couch, her glasses skewed, "but I'm hiding. Shh." Grayson frowned and spun around, planting her knees on the cushion and looking over the back of the couch.

"Dude stop hiding, they can't actually come get you. I don't even know your address. I think your dorm building has a six in it… Get up here and participate, nerd," she laughed.

"Well it does have a six," Quinn admits. "So you're technically not wrong." She rolls up over the back of the couch, across Grayson, and onto the floor. She giggles "I killed my own character," more giggling. "Everyone's reactions have me feeling like I need a cat to pet while twirling my mustache. Or a lab coat and some erlenmeyer flasks bubbling as I laugh deeply. I have broken the story. Muwahaha!" She rolls onto her stomach, giggling into the carpet.

"It has two sixes. And the fact that you remember 'erlenmeyer' makes me feel like you're a nerd, so you proved my point. So. What did you have to say?" Grayson crosses her legs, sipping Sunny D out of a Superman glass.

"What do I have to say?" Quinn sits up. "What do I have to say!?" She crumples across Grayson's legs. "Why don't you say something," she whines. "My character is dead, so it's a whole lotta Dick coming up." She snickers. "That's what she said."

"Ha!" Grayson squeals and claps, pointing at her. "Those jokes will never not be funny." She shakes her head. "Dude we've gotta focus."

"Dude. I am focusing. You just used a double negative." Quinn grins. "Anyway." She sits up before Grayson can do anything. "In all seriousness… in some seriousness, I'm enjoying everyone's reactions to this too much. Kinda satisfying watching you guys freak out like there's a fire… that I started… and I'm still not any better with analogies. But just imagine me sitting with an evil grin on my face as you run around in panic."

"And the fact that she's enjoying you running around in terror and frustration is why she writes for the crazy person," Grayson points out. "I'm the sane one. Who also writes for the Joker," she giggles, laughing theatrically.

"I am so not the crazy one," Quinn insists before wrinkling her nose as she considers the statement. "Skipping over our apparent need for therapy, I have to be honest with you faithful readers." She adopts an apologetic expression. "Harley is gone. You will be experiencing a lot of Dick- that's what she said- so I would like to apologize for his whiney girl behavior." She grins at Grayson.

"Hey. Okay. I am trying my absolute best! You guys: I know that Dick was acting like a whiny little baby," she ignores Quinn's fake crying, "so when she says a lot of Dick, know that he's changing his tune later. And-" Grayson smacks Quinn's arm excitedly- "Okay okay okay- Dick was totally acting the way he was supposed to." She looks and Quinn. "Yes, I'm going to bring up the Arrow thing.'

"Because this could never be complete without Stephen Amell!" Quinn cries dramatically, falling back on the floor.

"No it could not."

"Or Robert Downy Jr."

"So we were-"

"-Or the Chris boys. All three." Quinn nods enthusiastically.

"-watching Arrow, right?" She smacks Quinn. "And Oliver's whole family was threatened by Deathstroke, and his whole world was crashing around him, basically the end of season two? And he behaved exactly like- oh wait." Grayson frowns. Quinn rolls over onto her stomach and starts fake swimming through the carpet. "Well he was acting exactly like Dick does. He was freaking out just like Dick; not eating, not sleeping, not talking to anyone… So HA! I was right. But then I realized that he was acting like Dick in Part Three, and… spoilers?" She laughs. "Quinn, you moron, get up off of the floor." Quinn glances up at her, her cheeks puffed out and her arms hovering in the air. She puffs all the air out of her mouth loudly.

"Oh! My! Glob!" she randomly exclaims before putting her face in the carpet. "We made them a little ship Grayson," she mumbles into the carpet. "We gave them the shiny new SS Harleywing and then we burned it." She looks up, flopping her arms to mime an explosion. "We sank it. PECHEWWWW! We're the Titanic! That's what we are. We gave them this pretty little-giant ship, with it's dazzling canons and then we crashed it into the Jokerburg. And all we have left to offer them are the few little life rafts that are Jason and Ivy, Damian- because he's beautiful-, and amazing cliffhangers," she raises an eyebrow, turning her voice deep, "coming soon to a theatre near you," she returns her voice to normal, "some entirely too predictable plot twists, Alfred the Wonderful, and fingerstripes! Do you know what that's like!" she exclaims. "That's like Hitler spitting on a baby! It doesn't get much worse than that! Next time don't let Admiral H. -for Heartless- Quinn pilot the ship. I sank it along with our followers dreams!" She rolls up against the couch and Grayson's legs. "I broke them," she stage whispers. "No amount of Jason and Ivy fluff can save them. They're drowning in Gotham Sea… along with Dick's Robin diaper."

Grayson stares at her in confusion. "You are Hitler spitting on a baby. Oh wait, that's me. Never mind. Quinn. Focus up, let's get things done so I can post Part Three. So guys," she says, rubbing her hands together. "Pardon me, it's cold here. We've been trying to comment and reply on all of your reviews- which we reiterate- we love." She giggles. "So thank you for all of those."

"Oh my golly jeepers I love responding to them! I may or may not- no one can prove anything- get a little carried away." Quinn pinches her fingers close together. "Just a little carried away. Sometimes I don't get to them for a while then just poop out thank yous like I ate Mexican food. But- DUDE!" She smacks Grayson on the leg a little harder than intended. "We have something that needs to be addressed!" She does a little happy dance. "And it's not the letter I'm writing. Buh dum chhh!"

"Okay I give up! Jeez! Just go if you remembered something," Grayson frowns.

"What… pause for dramatic effect, are we going to call Jason and Ivy?" She giggles. "I know, I know! How could we almost forget something so vital! Okay," she suddenly gets serious, "we've had them called RedIvy and some other things, but this needs to be solved. Okay? Send in some ideas, and… I'm not sure how we'll decided. So far I've come up with: the Reds, Red Squared, the classic Jason and Ivy, and Poison Hood- no, that last one's no good. Anyway, this is the most important thing… besides like breathing or something. Do that first."

"Dude, who even cares," Grayson throws her socked feet up on the armrest of the couch. "RedIvy is fine." She smiles despite her protest.

"I care!" Quinn slams her hands over her face. "Okay, focus. No one is going to believe you actually planned this story," she mumbles to herself. "Alrighty then… things we wanted to talk about… for Part Two... the Part Two things… are… Oh, well, while we're on the subject of Jason and Ivy, we might as well actually talk about that." She glances up at Grayson. "Do we want to get into that llama drama?"

"What was the drama?" Grayson asks, cocking her head. "I don't remember."

"Oh yeah, you didn't have to go back and write half a dozen missing chapters," Quinn whines. "It's so hard to remember everything that far back! We're on Part Four, and there were chapters missing in Part One!" Grayson rolls her eyes at her. "Okay barnyard llama drama scaled down." Quinn wrinkles her nose in thought. "So at the very start… of this story, we had an Ivy. She's actually my sister, and it was- love her to death- a terrible idea to invite her onto this project with us."

"Not my fault," Grayson mutters.

"Hey! It's not my fault!" Quinn winces. "Maybe a little. So… hmmm… Okay! Around the time we started working on this, I watched Batman: Under the Red Hood- random segue- and Grayson and I were kinda super excited about this project. We talked about it all the time, so I started to feel bad because we're both the bestest of friends with Ivy, and she wasn't in on it so I may, maybe a little, kinda sorta told her she could write Ivy in the story. I then felt bad because it was a romance between Grayson and my characters, so I promised I'd find her a love interest. Under the Red Hood popped to mind, I had her watch it, the idea was approved, and badda bing badda boom, should have been great right? Well, months of drama and anger aside, she never really wrote them. So when we got to the chapters with Ivy with- or without Jason- we just skipped over it to be done later, hoping she'd write them. We really really didn't want to cut her out, but there were about twenty missing chapters and when we got to those chapters in posting them for you lovely readers, I'd have to go back and write them." Quinn takes a dramatic breath after her rant.

"Are you done yet?" Grayson sighs.

"So," Quinn groans, "while you guys may love Jay and Ivy, it's actually kind of a pain in the butt," Quinn admits. "This also meant that we were planning on writing Ivy out before Part Four. Strangely, you guys love those two. It was actually pretty weird that you guys loved those chapters, so I tried to make them fun for you guys,and they turned out a lot different than I had originally thought because it was just so surprising you guys loved those two, so I had to give you guys more of them. Anyway," Quinn leans against Grayson's knees, "we are bringing Ivy back in Part Four for you guys. Go you guys! You guys are keeping that ship sailing all on your own." Quinn giggles. "And there are some Jay and Ivy chapters in Part Three." She grins wickedly. "I do have one chapter of just those two left to catch up on, so if you guys are really good, maybe I'll drown it in fluff."

"Anyway," Grayson elbows her. "We can elaborate a bit more on some of the dorky behind the scenes details on Part Two and it's contents. First off, we have a lot of other fandom bits in this series. And I mean a lot. Everything from Doctor Who to Sherlock, The Last Airbender and Supernatural. As well as some others. I do recall making a Walking Dead reference in the latest chapter we wrote." Grayson looks at Quinn who shakes her head.

"I'm still grouchy. And I want doughnuts." Quinn buries her face in in the couch. "Go on without me! Save yourself!" she calls weakly. "If you need something to talk about, go on about the symbolism we accidentally or intentionally made. Or Joan." Quinn waves her hand. "The skank."

"Symbolism. Did we talk about the falling/flying thing?" Grayson cries. "The falling and flying thing that we've had since the beginning I forgot was from freaking Sherlock. Moriarty says 'falling is just like flying. Except there's a more permanent destination.' I completely forgot that that's what it was from. And it's the basis of this entire story. It's crazy! I need to control my random fandom outbursts," she laughs.

"Okay, I made an Office reference. We dig deep." Quinn rolls her eyes. "Another bit of symbolism we actually tried to make was with their clothes. Shout out to Katarr for noticing!" Quinn laughs. "Okay we didn't really try with this; it started happening, so we embraced it. We used the colors red and blue in their clothes. Yeah, not something you'd pay attention to. Way back in Part One here: Dick and Harley are both neutral black on their first date, kay? On the second date Dick wears maroon and Harley navy. They both inch their way closer to each other's colors, and Dick even compliments Harley when she wears Nightwing blue." Quinn glances at Grayson, giggling. "When they find out who each other are at the gala, they're in their own colors. He's in blue, and she's in red. Little bitty things like that." She snaps. "Oh! And then Harley's costume. I did try on that. Remember?" she asks, not waiting for her to respond. "Ivy, when she was our beta, noticed that Harley ran off to face the Joker when she was mad without her makeup on. She was dating Dick at that point and was pulling away a little at that point. Bit of symbolism about not being his anymore…" Quinn trails off a little self conscious. "Then there was her changing to her more Arkham esq costume here in Part Two. She is really just using him and isn't his 'jester' anymore. Wow. The symbolism we actually tried to do sounds stupid out loud."

"No it didn't, I liked the symbolism. I liked that a lot. And it continues through the third part," Grayson elbows Quinn. "That was my doing. Watch for that, guys."

"Well yeah," Quinn scoffed. "I don't have a character to… symbolize with."

"That's cuz you killed your character!" Grayson cries. She laughs, reaching for her Sunny D again. "But seriously, guys, don't worry about it. The universe will go on."

"Yeah please, please, please don't stop reading the story. Guys! Just hold on tight; the story is good! I swear!" Quinn pleads. "Oh, and Harley isn't completely gone," she offers, "she makes a guest star in some early chapters- the third chapter even… just… it's not… she's not really…. She's dead." Quinn nods. "You know?" She glances at Grayson. "You know?"

"Yeah, it's not really spoilers, Dick is kinda hallucinating. Right? Or flashbacks? I don't remember. Part Three is my favorite part. I love it." Grayson grins.

"Yeah, that's because it's all about your character." Quinn rolls her eyes, stealing Grayson's Sunny D. "Oh, and Part update: there are now five- count them-that's a whole hand worth of parts- five parts. Part Four was getting a little too long. And by a little too long, I mean it was getting long enough to be two parts." She sips the drink.

"Yeah I hope you guys are ready for this," Grayson sticks her tongue out. "Because we are not going to stop posting this story. We already have the ending planned, far down the line. Anyways, back on topic. We got a comment about the inconsistency of the injuries? I want to explain that away a little bit. First off, it's really hard to keep up with all of those wounds those batboys get. I mean, they're always in trouble," she giggles. "And secondly, I just figured that the boys would have a much higher pain tolerance. I tried to mention that Dick could still feel the pain when he and Damian were jumping over the railings and stuff. I just figured that they'd ignore it. Or put up with it, anyways," she shrugs.

"Those boys get beat up so much, I can't remember who has what bruise." Quinn shrugs. "Oh snickerdoodle! I remembered another thing we wanted to bring up." She sits up straight. "One thing we did, we thought you guys thought you should be aware that we know we're doing. And that thing… is calling Harley 'Harles'. I know right?! Our nerve!" She giggles, gnawing on the cup rim. "Okay, to explain, in the comics, Harley is called that, but it's spelled 'Harls'. We know we're spelling it wrong, we just don't care. Suck it!" she bursts out.

"You're obsessed with that," Grayson shakes her head. "Anyways, since we should get close to wrapping this up; another thing I wanted to talk about was the Joker. You remember?" she glances at Quinn. "The Joker starts out as the suave classy Joker with well kempt suits and very neat makeup, our Anthony Misiano Joker-" Grayson pauses to giggle and pretends to swoon- "and he works his way through the parts to becoming more like the Nolan Joker, less organized and a lot more unhinged, visually and emotionally."

"I don't even try to touch that character." Quinn rolls over to put the drink back on the table. "I suck at writing him. So I just give her lots of opportunities to go crazy." Quinn sticks her tongue out at Grayson. "If I don't, she tends to start killing random characters. I have forever given up the phrase 'do whatever you want'. It only ends in tears," she promises. "And death." She frowns for a moment. "Although, I guess my planning does that too… We're the George R. R. Martin of fanfiction!"

"I DO WHAT I WANT!" Grayson shouts, letting lose another peal of theatrical laughter.

"NO!" Quinn rolls a few times before lying spread out across the floor with her arms splayed. "I am the Master Commander!" She points at the ceiling.

"Oh my gosh, guys, we love Olan Rogers."

"Grayson and Olan, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I!"

"Anyway, We should finish up because Quinn needs to get to bed." Grayson smiles and pats Quinn's head.

"No!" she whines, swatting at Grayson's hand. "I won't go! And you don't get to make grown up decisions. When you do, the police force ends up dead, Dick and Damian almost end up dead, okay Dick almost dies a lot," she glares at Grayson, "Joan happens. I hated Joan, FYI everyone. I was going to kill her with or without Grayson's permission, we just made it useful… sorry if that was a bit unclear. Oh, and you made me angry enough that there needed to be a Part Four… which grew into Part Five. It may have inadvertently been my plot twist, but it's all your fault. SPOLIERS!" she screams before covering her mouth with her hands.

"You're the one who said it! You had to have known that I would love the idea. And then ruin it completely." Grayson laughs. "Anyway, in Part Three we promise a lot more Cat and the Bat, Bruce and Selina; there will be a lot of batfamily, and more of the same characters and their backstories. We also, I think… introduce the girls, too. Stephanie and Cassandra. You'll get to meet the Teen Titans, the Justice League, and more! Originally we were on AU Earth 16, but as time went on and we added and subtracted things, it became our own AU. So don't expect us to follow any parameters of any AU's out there. This began with the foundry of Young Justice, so you'll see some similarities there- like Dick wanting to be part of the Justice League- but then it progressed far beyond that. It had a mind of it's own. You'll see some things taken from the New 52, too. Things I liked, or things I didn't find totally awful. Like certain characters, and costumes."

"Oh! And watch out for plot twists. Okay I know that statement makes no sense, but what I mean is: keep guessing. Review what you think is coming, or if you think you're right and want to maintain the surprise, PM us. We love you guys guessing… and freaking out." Quinn tucks her knees into her shirt. "And if you can guess some stuff, I'll be super impressed. Sometimes we didn't even know the plot twists. We made them up on the spot, or I kept them from Grayson until they happened." Quinn grins.

"And as always, thank you for reading. Be sure to watch out for Part Three, coming really soon. Should we do thank-you's now?" Grayson glances at Quinn.

"No! I don't wanna leave!" Quinn whines, falling onto her side with her knees still tucked into her chest. "We won't get to see them until the end of Part Three, and it's the longest one so far… I think. So many things happen!" She looks up pleadingly at Grayson. "We can't do thank you's yet! There's so much more to talk about."

"What the hell do you have left to talk about? You're scrabbling for words here and I have to sew my Robin costume for Halloween," Grayson smirks. Quinn hisses.

"I'm not going to bed. You can't make me!"

"Quinn!"

"Grayson!" she mimics.

"Anyway, guys, she's got tests to study for-"

"-Study shmuddy-"

"-Keep a weather eye out for Part Three!"

"Waffle!" Quinn cries. "Sorry." She blushes. "Ivy and I started a thing where we yell waffle when we see a free parking spot when we're in parking lots. I guess that one stuck with me… and I did remember something. Moving on. What I waffle remembered," she giggles, "is that we're going to be doing some one shots. Woooo!" She wiggles her arms. "Part Three picks up a month after Part Two, so we had some one shots from there, and ones from basically every part. Just little things we wanted to write about but couldn't put in the story for some reason or other. I know someone guest reviewed that they were excited about something that we- uh- didn't put in any upcoming chapter. So, if you guys have anything that you were excited to read about, but we skipped over it, or it was following a different character, let us know. We may write it in our one shots." She glances at Grayson. "I don't know if we will post those until after we're done with the Parts. Question mark?"

"Yeah, I think we will," Grayson agrees. "We've both got a few individual ideas, and I think we can pull off a few suggestions," she says matter of factly.

"Oh! And, I really don't want to pressure any readers to follow or favorite our story or anything," Quinn promised, "but if you do want to follow and or favorite, I suggest following us as an author. We release these in parts, so that's the best way to see when we post them. That will also be how you find out about the one shots. Which may or may not involve actual shots. No promises."

"I promise," Grayson grins evilly, about to cackle madly again when Quinn slaps a hand over her mouth.

"But one thing you won't find: porcupines. We just don't have any porcupines." Quinn shrugs. "Or Opossum." She lifts her head off the couch, smirking. "Is a group of them a possi? An Opossi?"

"Okay, I don't know? Possums? Wait, is there actually an 'O' in front of that? It's Opossum!?" Grayson cries, yanking Quinn's hands away from her mouth.

"Yup. The more you know!" Quinn waves her arms.

"Alright," Grayson claps. "Thank you all for reading and reviewing, we love reading the reviews! As we always say, they make our day, they really do. We're not going to name names specifically this time, but you all know who you are. We love our followers so much, and here's a promise: as long as you guys keep reading, we'll keep posting. Coming soon is Part Three and it is my favorite, I've gotta say. You meet a lot more characters, and there's a lot more action. We hope to see you guys again in Part Three! Thank you so much!" She waves, and then glances at Quinn, who has fallen asleep on the couch. "Well she's not used to staying up this late," Grayson shrugs, and then laughs. "Hope to see you next time!"