Hand me downs and thrift store goods weave tension in any home. Ron learns to deal with poverty in his own unique ways for the better and the worst and learns a thing or two about self-worth along the way. One shot. Cannon Compliant.

Waller collapsed on the cushion and twirled the ice in the glass. A morning breeze brushed her feet. "Can I offer you anything?" she said absently. "Fruit, insects…" "…blood? No thanks." Batman walked into view. After "Divided we Fall". Oneshot.