A few days passed por where Becca wasn't seen. Zatanna, Kendra, and Artemis entertained Dick during the day. At night, Dick could have sworn someone watched him. But everytime he opened his eyes, no one was there. After three days of quiet, Zatanna decided it was time for Becca to come out.
“I need to go check on her, anyways.”
Zatanna got up to leave, and Dick stood too.
“Can I come with you?” he asked.
Zatanna turned to stare at him. She gave a small nod and the two went to the segundo floor.
“So where does everyone else sleep?” Dick asked.
“Well you're in the guest room. I'm closest to you, then it's Artemis, then Kendra. Becca sleeps in the attic.”
“Why?”
Zatanna blinked.
“I forgot that you don't know. I'll explain when we get Becca.”
Zatanna led Dick to the attic and both knocked on the door. A segundo later, the tip of a faca was impaled through the door.
“Becca come out!”
“No way!”
“It's been three days! You should be over it por now! Or are you really not as tough as you say?”
Becca threw a curse word from behind the closed door. Zatanna sighed.
“Don't make me come in there Becca!”

Becca sat in a corner of her room. She knew Zatanna would give in sooner or later. She usually did. Becca looked around her room. The walls were a dark purple, the dark wood furniture and floors only adding to it. The trimmings were a light blue that complimented the dark colors. A balcony door stood por her bed.
“Becca come on!” Zatanna urged.
Becca shook her head, drawing her knees to her chest.
“No, Zatanna.”
Becca heard the sound of footsteps and shut her eyes.

“Let me talk to her,” Dick suggested.
“I'm not sure, Dick. Becca isn't very...nice.”
“I don't care. Let me try.”
Zatanna stared at him.
“Alright. I'll go get Kendra and Artemis ready.”
Dick waited until Zatanna left before knocking.
“Becca? Can I come in?”
“Is it just you?” she asked.
“Yeah. Just me.”
He waited a few segundos before the door opened and Becca pulled him in. She closed the door behind him, locking it. She pulled the faca out.
“Why are you here?” she asked.
“You know, you really shouldn't keep weapons in your room.”
Dick watched as Becca went over to her escrivaninha, mesa and put the faca in a drawer. She looked at him.
“Why are you here? I'm surprised.”
“Why?”
“Most guys don't want a badass flirt. Why are you even talking to me?”
“Not sure. Something draws me.”
“Huh. That's new.”
Becca sat on her bed, looking at him. Dick moved to sit por her.
“You have no clue who we are, do you?” Becca asked.
“No. But Zatanna was going to explain.”
“Course she was,” Becca muttered.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
Becca looked down at her feet then back to him.
“We aren't humans Dick Grayson. And neither are you.”