"Meine lieblingsschwester! [My favorite sister!]" Dick yelled, scooping Amira into a hug, causing her to panic.

Why did she agree to let him pick her up at the airport?

The flight towards the States wasn't bad and if anything, was thankful that it was silent. It was something she needed after accidentally yelling at Tikki like that. She knew she should've run the decision by Tikki, but Amira knew the outcome if she did that.

"I'm your only sister." Amira said, smiling as she returned a hug.

"It's just that it's been so long! Look at you! You've grown bigger than the last time I've- when did you cut your hair? Why didn't you tell me?! And please don't tell me you did it yourself. There's salons for that reason!"

Amira allowed herself to be examined, feeling herself relax. "Really gonna miss being able to braid your hair." Amira smiled, quickly throwing herself at Dick.

"I've missed you, you blöde [idiot]."

-----

Dick dropped Amira's suitcase with a thud, closing the door behind him as Amira slumped into a nearby sofa.

"So this is your place." Amira said, looking around the apartment, quickly getting up when she saw Dick had a balcony.

She hurried over and gently pushed the door open, adoring the view.

"Looks just like Gotham, doesn't it?" Dick looked out towards the streets, watching as cars drove by.

"Yeah, just without the gargoyles." Amira said with a sigh, looking at the dark streets and cloudy sky.

Amira pulled her sweater to her body, getting chills from the evening breeze.

"I know we talked about this as we were in the car, but...are you sure about staying here? If it's about not having a costume for the party, I could always just stay behind and-"

"Like I told you earlier, I'll be fine. Plus, there's a few things I want to do before settling for the night. Sure, I'm not going to be for long, but that's the whole reason I want to stay behind." Amira cut off, leaning into the sounds that she so dearly missed.

Paris could never beat the atmosphere that Bludhaven and Gotham had. "So go on ahead and tell the guys I said hi. I'll be fine."

As much as she wanted to join Dick and hangout with Wally, Vic and Garth, Amira needed to hold herself back.

Dick's mouth turned into a thin line, tapping his finger against his arm, looking at Amira for any doubt. He finally decided to let out a sigh and run a hand through his hair.

"I know you Amira. And I know that if I try and force you to come with me, I know you're going to find a way to sneak out." Dick pulled out a bracelet, a tiny ladybug hanging from it.

Amira took it and slipped it on, hearing the faintest click go off. A tracker, huh. "It's a tracker. And no, I'm not going to check on it unless you press it."

"Press it?"

"When you press on the ladybug's head, it will send me a notification that you're in trouble." Dick pulled Amira into a hug, squeezing her. "Please. Be careful on your-"

"I will." Amira swore, pulling away from her brother. "I will be alright, don't worry."

-----

Tikki wanted to scream for Amira to slow down, but swallowed back her screams after remembering what happened last night.

She didn't feel like she was in the right to scold the girl, nonetheless tell her what to do when they were no longer in Paris.

Not only that, but seeing Amira smiling at every step she walked also added to the pressure to hold back.

She's never seen Ma-Amira so content and that wasn't something Tikki was going to take away from her.

So Tikki remained silent when she watched Amira take a pair of keys and leave the apartment via the window. Tikki kept quiet as Amira stole a bike and started it, using it to head towards Gotham.

There were a plethora of things that Amira was doing illegally -Amira's speeding and driving with no license being two of them- but Tikki couldn't bring herself to say anything, not even as they broke into a cemetery.

Tikki watched as Amira took out a small bouquet of flowers she had bought and stuffed into her jacket before arriving at the graveyard.

Some of the petals were squished or missing, but the sentiment was still there.

Tikki watched as Amira placed the flowers down into an abandoned vase, wondering when was the last time someone brought this person flowers.

Tikki settled into Amira's shoulder as Amira carefully stooped down, dusting off the debris that was starting to accumulate on the tombstone.

Tikki felt her heart stop upon reading the name on the tomb.

"Hey Jason. It's me, Amira. Sorry it took so long to visit, but I'm finally back. I'm home."

-----

Tim wasn't expecting anything when he went patrolling that night with Barbara.

The two agreed to patrol without Bruce, Bruce having gone to a Halloween masquerade ball while Tim and Babs scouted for the night in his stead.

If anything were to happen anyways, Bruce would know about it and be at the scene asap.

As the duo swung across Gotham's streets, Tim noticed someone inside the cemetery, kneeling in front of an ever so familiar grave.

"Hey Babs. Isn't the cemetery always closed during Halloween?" Tim asked, recalling the amount of times some of his classmates would dare one another to enter it on Halloween night. Most didn't end up entering as they used the 'cemetery was close' as an excuse.

"Should be." Babs ended up saying, turning over towards Tim who was perched on the corner of the building behind her. "Why do you-" Babs followed Tim's line of sight, finally noticing the reason behind his question. "She shouldn't be there. Come on. Let's try to get her out of there."

Tim stumbled as he got up, but managed to follow Babs to go and greet the girl and possibly take her home.

As the two approached the girl, they couldn't help but bring their guard up, feeling oddly familiar with her aura.

"-believe that? Of course you would. You were the only one-" the girl turned around, causing Tim and Babs to stop, watching as the girl's eyes widened before narrowing dangerously.

She shouldn't have been able to sense them. Just who was she?

"Sorry! We didn't mean to scare you. We just wanted to escort you out of the cemetery-"

"Well, if it isn't Replacement Number 1 and Replacement Number 2." The girl spat out, Tim catching the venom that dropped at the end of her words.

"I'm sorry, do-"

"To think Bruce willingly took the two of you in and then let you replace the previous Robin." The girl spoke, glaring at Tim. "Just goes to show how little he thinks of those around him."

"How-"

"-do I know you replaced the previous Robin? It's quite easy. I was there." The girl spoke, walking up to Tim. "I was there the night he was brought back home. I was there the night Jason Peter Todd came home, dead and covered in blood." She grabbed hold of Tim and brought him up to her face. "You will never be what he was. You will never be able to bring the mantle justice...Replacement." Tim watched as the girl ripped the mask off of him, watching as her eyes widened.

"Drake?"

-----

He told her not to do anything stupid, to not get herself into trouble and yet that's exactly what she did.

Only an hour into the party and he got a notification about Amira having got into a fight.

Excusing himself from the party, Dick quickly got onto his bike, heading over to Gotham Cemetery, hoping Amira was alright.

When he got there, he didn't expect to see Amira fighting both Robin and Batgirl, fighting the two of them without too much of a struggle. He watched as she expertly handled her rope dart, watching her elegantly spin and whip her rope out, striking Batgirl multiple times with knee shots, keeping her at bay.

Robin tried to get close, but she wouldn't allow him to by spinning her rope close to her and when he dared to approach, she would take a few steps back before jumping over him and slamming the end of the rope against his back, causing him to fall to the ground and get kicked in ribs and stomach until Amira decided to slam the other end of her rope against the small boys back.

That's how Dick found out that both ends of the rope had weights, allowing Amira to send out easier consecutive hits to her opponent.

However, her streak was broken thanks to Batgirl knocking the rope out of her hands, the vigilante smirking when she thought she disarmed the girl.

Focusing her attention on Batgirl, Amira charged at her, pretending to do a roundhouse kick when she whipped out an escrima stick and connected the tip to the side of her head, causing blood to seep from the contact and for Batgirl to stagger towards the floor.

Dick's heart came to a halt.

Was this really Amira?

Dick climbed over the fence, dashing over to the fallen Batgirl and heavily injured Robin, when the person he least wanted to see made himself known.

Gliding down, Batman appeared.

But that didn't signal Amira to stop. Instead, it fueled her to continue to attack.

Taking out another escrima stick, she connected the two, now arming herself with a bo staff.

"What are you doing here?" Bruce asked, but only got an answer in the form of a hit to the side, Bruce quickly grabbing the bo staff and pulling Amira towards him, only for her to snap the bo staff in half and attempt to hit Bruce on the head.

But he was quicker.

Grabbing hold of the escrima stick, he pulled it diagonally down, allowing him to grab hold of Amira.

She hissed as she squirmed under his hold, hating that the kevlar he created was a bit hard to slip out of.

"Let go of her Bruce." Dick demanded, glaring at their supposed father.

"Dick."

Batgirl finally got into her two feet stumbling a bit as she got up. She held her hand against her head as she watched and listened to Bruce and a Dick argue, noticing the odd resemblance between the assailant and Bruce.

Wait...she recognized that face. How did she not recognize the little girl sooner?

"Marinette?" Amira glared at Batgirl, wondering how she knew her other name. "You're Marinette, aren't you? It's me." Amira felt her heart stop as she watched Batgirl become Babs. "It's me, Barbara. Where have you-?"

Amira didn't know how she slipped out of Bruce's hold, nor how she left the cemetery. All she knew is that she managed to get back on the bike she stole and headed towards nowhere.

-----

She still didn't know how she ended up in her old room.

"Is...is this-"

"Yeah." Amira answered Tikki, looking at a room she didn't recognize anymore. It felt empty and void of familiarity. Despite the furniture still there, without the books and clothing that were in Paris, the room didn't feel like hers anymore. It just felt like any other room in the manor. "To think I lived here for 13 years."

That's when Amira heard the door creak open, Amira quickly ducking behind the bed, crouching to make sure no one saw her.

She listened as the floorboards creaked, Amira slowing down her breathing as the person walked around her room, reaching the opposite side of the bed.

Just when she thought the person was going to leave the room, the figure appeared before her, grabbing her by her collar and lifting her up with ease.

"Miss Amira?" Alfred asked in disbelief, Amira seeing her vision blur as she was placed back down, her feet feeling the floor. "Is that really you?" He asked as he cupped her face in his hands. His hands were warm and smelled of quiche.

"Grandpere... Grandpere Alf!" Amira wailed, throwing herself at her grandfather and proceeding to cry. Alfred held his granddaughter tight, letting her know that he was going to be there no matter what. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too, mon poussin [my chick]."

-----

"Do you think you'll go back there later tonight?" Alfred asked Amira, Amira looking at the mug in her hands.

The chamomile tickled her nose, the aroma reminding her of the days she would sit with Alfred and Jason and talk about bread.

"I don't think so. If it means running back into Replacement and Batgirl, I don't want to go back, even if Jason would hate me for that."

"Replacement?" Alfred asked, lifting a brow.

"Timothy Jackson Drake." Amira seethed, gripping the mug tighter. "The one who replaced Jason's spot by Bruce's side." At that, Alfred was taken aback.

"Bruce, as in your father?"

"What other ass-"

"Amira Martha Wayne." Alfred sternly spoke, promptly shutting Amira.

She forgot that Alfred hated it whenever any of them cursed, even scolded her father when he did.

Amira pursed her lips, deciding to take a sip of her tea. It was cold.

"How could Father do that to Jason? He knew what Robin meant to Jason...and yet! He went ahead and replaced him with the neighbor! A kid who's two years younger than me! And then Batgirl! Did he need to replace me too?" Amira yelled, watching as a tear slipped onto her hand.

"Amira." Alfred softly said.

"Grandpere...I'm just tired of having to prove myself. I'm tired of having to scream and cry until he does something about it. I'm...I'm done...I'm...I'm just a burden to him, aren't I?" Alfred's heart clenched when Amira looked at him with shrouded eyes, noticing how worn out they were, how dull they've become since the last time he saw her smile. "I mean, it would explain the way he's been treating me.

First off, I look nothing like him. I have green eyes and an olive complexion. The only thing I have from him is his midnight hair.

Then there's the fact that I can't even use my last name anywhere. My schools and classmates know me as Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the daughter of a pair of bakers. Dupain-Cheng is the name I use when it should be Wayne. Wayne! A name that was supposedly my birthright and yet was never truly given to me..." Amira trailed off, wiping away some tears.

"As if stripping me of my identity wasn't enough to get rid of me, he decides to get rid of me by sending me across the Atlantic, towards Paris, where two months later I find out he's taken Barbara under his wing.

Did you know I used to look up to her? Did you know she was my only friend after what happened with Jason? He even took that away from me..."

"Mon poussin," Alfred coaxed, wiping away a stray tear that slid down her face. "You know that isn't true. Master-no. Your father never saw you as a burden, ever. If anything, you were a blessing that anchored him. A ray of hope within this chaotic city."

"Then why. Why-"

"Because he didn't want you to go through what he went through when he was younger."

"What are you talking about?" Amira asked, wondering what exactly her grandfather was talking about.

As far as she knew, nothing major really happened to her father, except for that one time she got so sick she ended up in the hospital. But that was about it.

"I believe you were about five years old when it happened. Your father barely managed to get through a stab wound that almost cost him his life.

He feared he was about to leave behind you, his only child...just like he was left behind after your grandparents were killed when he was a young lad himself."

-----

She couldn't sleep after hearing Alfred retell the incident from long ago, a memory Amira couldn't remember despite being five at the time.

Since she couldn't sleep, she decided to do another one of her lists of things to do while in Gotham: research.

Sitting at the large computer, Amira realized how much she missed the giddiness that would course through her by simply sitting at a place with endless information waiting to be used.

She ran her fingers over the cold keyboard, looking up at the screen that held its breath and awaited for her command.

"Amira. Where exactly are we?" Tikki asked, watching as Amira logged into the computer and began pulling file after file, typing in different things into different bases of data.

"The Batcave. My father's base of operation as Gotham's vigilante: Batman." Amira provided, skimming through different bases, clicking on different files before closing some and downloading others. "Currently, I'm looking for-"

The sound of someone walking into the Cave caused Amira to zip and for Tikki to hide. Even though her father knew of the miraculous, he had yet to know about Tikki. "What are you doing here, Replacement?" Amira asked when she turned to see who had entered.

Thankfully it wasn't her father.

There, by the stairs stood Tim, his head wrapped in bandages and his cheek sporting a bruise.

"I...I didn't know you'd be here."

"That wasn't the answer to my question. What are you doing here?"

"Came by to check a few files on-"

"Leave. I'm busy using it right now. Come back when I'm done." Amira commanded, turning back to what she was doing, hearing Tim approach her instead of leaving. "I told you to leave."

"Perhaps I can-"

"Leave." Amira gritted, saying it louder this time. "I don't need the help of a kid who thinks he can just force his way into this lifestyle and think he's up to it. Sure, you might have the capacity to absorb everything thrown your way, but you lack the experience."

"But I'm-"

"You just started training with my father, but I've trained under him for years. If that doesn't mean anything to you, our fight from earlier should've proven it. You're unfit for the vigilante fight."

"But Jason was able to-"

"Jason learned his skills from the street, skills he needed to survive. You, on the other hand, didn't have to learn how to dismantle a car or use all means necessary to keep living. Under our father, Jason was able to sharpen the skills he already knew. But what about you?"

Tim frowned, looking at his curled fists. "Bet he had to start from square one, teaching you the basics, the stances and making you memorize-"

"I helped him solve cases that had him stumped, retrieve data-"

"Robin isn't just support in the tech and detective department. He's also support in the field, during fights. Robin has to be well rounded and excel in combat, something you just showed me to lack." Tim watched as Amira unplugged a USB, glaring at Tim as she stood in front of him.

"You'll never be worthy to be called Jason's successor. No matter how hard you try, I'll only ever see you as a replacement."

Tim stood there, biting his tongue as he heard Amira leave the Cave.

As Amira walked out the Cave, she found Dick waiting there for her, watching him let out a sigh of relief. She watched as he pulled her into a hug.

"Thank god you're alright."

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

"Forget about that. We should've known better than to think he wouldn't find you."

"At least I'm still roaming free." At those words, Dick let out a laugh, ruffling her hair.

"Let's go on ahead and go home. Halloween isn't over yet and I'm pretty sure there's still a marathon or two playing tonight."

"I'll only watch it if they have the Addams Family."