"Batgirl, what's your status?" Bruce asks in his BM voice.
"Neutral and happy to be back on patrol with you guys." I whisper, switching my cowl to binoculars.
"Focus."
"Ok...armed robbers making their way into the bank. In position?" I inform.
"I'm always in position, imbecile." Damian informs me superiorly.
"We need to get you a dictionary to broaden your range of insults, Robin." Dick laughs.
"You will do no such thing! Move out!" Bruce commands. I shoot my grappling hook onto the gutter. I swing across the alleyway, landing silently on the roof. I find the NBN pole and hack the security system, allowing Bruce and Damian access.
"You look good in spandex." A voice says from behind me.
"Shut up, Boy Blunder. I haven't worn the costume for nearly ten years. Now we have armour." I growl, cutting a hole into the glass.
"Maybe we should pull out the old ones soon!"
"No. And you're supposed to be resetting the safe codes."
"Right. I've done that already."
"In the words of Damian Wayne: 'Shut up, you imbecile.' No offence."
"Offence taken. Wanna bounce and do some normal twenty year old stuff?" Dick asks seriously.
"We can't leave Batman and Robin." I hiss.
"It's one night. Tomorrow we'll be back with the Team. You're coming for the 'Team Building Camp' for a week, remember?" I sigh, then flirtatiously wrap my finger around a lock of his hair.
"Fine. But you're taking me home first to change."
Dick's POV
The woman standing in front of me looks unrecognisable to the girl in the yellow go-go boots I saw an hour ago. I suggested we go to a dance club. Babs jumped at the opportunity, even though she says she can't dance.
Her hair is styled in a low bun, and she has an off the shoulder black shirt on, and a gold crop top underneath, showing a decent amount of cleavage. Not that I'm one to complain.
She has frayed black denim shorts too modest to be called booty shorts, but too small to be called mid length, and gold ankle boots.
"Wow! Babs! You look amazing!" I say, suddenly feeling self-conscious of my outfit. We haven't really kissed aside from that time at Christmas, on account of what I call 'The Zatanna Incident', and what Babs calls 'One of Many Times the Boy Blunder Couldn't Help Himself.' I'm wearing my usual black leather biker jacket, black converses, black jeans and a black t-shirt with the words: 'I'm rebellious. Deal with it.' Written on the front in white block letters.
"Thanks, Grayson. You look pretty cool too. Just hope we don't run into Freeze tonight, or you'd be frozen before he could hit you with one of his ice guns." She says in a hilarious effort to flirt. She takes my arm. "We are so taking your car."
"Woo hoooo!" Babs yells over the pounding music, jumping up and down. She's literally never been to a club before. Never.
When we arrived, at first I had a bunch of girls fawning over me, trying to butter me up, before I grabbed Babs's waist and full on kissed her. That earned us some dirty looks, but got everyone away.
At nearly 2:00am, Babs jumped on my back, wrapping her legs around my waist, and putting her arms on my chest.
"Take me home." She commanded.
"You can walk!" I protested.
"Tired." She murmured into my head.
"I can't carry you all the way to the mansion." I lied.
"To the car, Grayson." I gave up and walked back to the Lamborghini, flipping Babs over my shoulder, as she landed in a perfect somersault.
"That was fun." Babs whispered tiredly as I reached the front of the house. As I unlocked the door, I expected Alfred to be waiting with milk and cookies. Instead, a half asleep Barbara and I got a look Bruce reserved for the Joker, given my the dark knight himself.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" He boomed. "YOU COULD'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED!"
"A. We're not kids. B. We have lives outside the mask. C. We're gonna be crime fighting for a week."
"You didn't have my-"
"D. Read my shirt." I said, picking up Babs bridal style and carrying her to my room, where Alfrd had in fact left milk and cookies.
"Thank you. Now shut your eyes. I'm staying in here. I don't want to walk all the way across the hall to my room." She said as she pulled spare pyjama's from her bag. God she was prepared.
I peeked after about a minute. Babs was half in-half out of her pyjama's.
"What did I just say?" She yelled quietly.
"I've seen you naked on numerous occasions, Babs." I grinned cheekily. "When we were nine. That time in the shower, the Zatanna incident."
"Shut up." She said, crawling into bed next to me, curling into my chest, a hand on the centre. I wrapped both arms around her protectively. Maybe we weren't officially dating. But this was something.
I could tell Bruce must've given up and gone to bed. So has Alfred. And Damian. And the whole house.
"Thanks for being there for me, Dick." Babs whispered, her breath smelling of mint and leftover peanut butter cookies.
"I grew up in a circus. It's all about catching people when they fall."
