She had to see. She didn't know if she'd ever been quite so scared in this way, which was why she had to see. Jill was hovering outside Tim's front door, hesitating before she knocked - more then once, lifting her hand and then lowering it, before she finally shoved her hair from her face with both hands, then knocked. She wouldn't be surprised if ( Read more... )

Jill had set herself up on the third floor of the treehouse with an office of sorts; it gave her somewhere quiet to work on her thesis, Bob being her only company ( Read more... )

Jill sighed, stretching as she worked on knotting vines for Bob's room. She'd been researching him - well, not him in specific, but his species of bat. She liked doing this here, when Tim and Bart were both home. She leaned back, and- ... That hurt. It didn't usually hurt when she leaned back, but it had something to do with the footlocker that'd ( Read more... )

It was over ( Read more... )