ELLO PEEPS! sorry for not updating for sooooo long. Since it's summer, well in my country it is, i will update almost every week. :) YAY the only reason i can say why i haven't updated is because i keep having writers block and freaking school. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REVIEW OR SEND ME A PRIVATE MESSAGE AND TELL ME YOUR STORY REQUEST! THANKS PEOPLE! i am currently making a sequel for COOKING TIME! YAY AGAIN! feel free to give suggestions:)

ps, IF I OWNED YOUNG JUSTICE, THEN THERE WOULD BE MORE DADDYBATS CUTENESS & FLUFFYNESS!

OKAY... so take a deep breath and HERE GOES NOTHIN!

"I'm sure It's not that bad, Babs..." snickers a boy wearing a black tuxedo.

"IT'S NOT, GRAYSON? IT'S NOT? IT FEELS SO REVEALING!" the girl inside the changing room screams. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR!"

Richard, sorry Dick Grayson, felt like slapping his forehead. He and Barbara had been there in the changing room at Wayne Manor deciding what to where to the 'welcome back' party by Bruce Wayne to one of his colleagues who had just come back from France.

Dick Grayson, being a super aster ninja, was ready at least an hour and 15 minutes before the party started. But Barbara Gordon, daughter of Commissioner Jim Gordon, had just arrived at the Manor asking him to help her choose what to wear. She came with at least 15 different dresses to try on.

Since Barbara was trying on her 14th dress, this proves that they didn't have any luck on what she was going to wear. And still, after all those 14 dresses, she still never allowed Dick to look at what she was wearing. Because Dick Grayson is a warm blooded 18-year old male, he was pissed of at not being able to see what she was wearing.

"NO DICK! YOU'LL THINK I WAS SOME KIND OF HOOKER OR SOMETHING! I DON'T EVEN LOOK LIKE A HIGH CLASS HOOKER! THIS HAS TO BE THE WORST DRESS SO FAR!" Barbara screams again.

Dick tried to persuade her to let him see. "Come on, Babs! I met hookers before! If you can remember, i am the ward of BRUCE WAYNE! Bruce has introduced me to several women i consider as hookers. You have been saying that since the past 13 dresses! just let me see and i'll tell you if it looks okay!"

Then Dick heard a small sob. It wasn't from sadness, but from the mere frustration. He waited for a few minutes and entered the changing room.

He saw Barbara sitting down on the chair at the corner of the room with a pile of dresses on the table at her side, in her CIVILIAN CLOTHES (OF COURSE *wink wink). She was looking at the floor, not even acknowledging Dick's presence. Small sobs and whimpers escaped her throat, then he couldn't take it anymore.

Dick kneeled/squatted down to Barbara's level. He put his thumb underneath her chin and pushed her head up lightly to meet his eyes. Barbara still didn't look at him.

So he tried his charisma skills, and comforting skills, of course.

"Come on, Babs. Tell me what's wrong." he tried.

After some time, she looked at him and broke down.

"I am going to look like a hooker compared to you" she pointed at him. "People are going to think that i'm just with you for your money, but i'm not! It's just so unfair that they have to judge me based on my status in this city. I don't want to be classified as Richard Grayson's official slut for the mon-"

Her break down was cut short because of the crashing of the lips of the boy in front of her. His lips moved in a fierce yet subtle manner. Barbara kissed him back for a few seconds. Then they pulled away after some time because of the lack of oxygen.

She leaned her forehead on his, trying to catch her breath. It was okay for him, since he hardly felt any of the weight. Then she attempted to continue her broken statement.

"ya... because people don't really like me because i really don't like them. and it's just frustrating how i have to actually wear something nice. and i have a theory that there's nothing today a girl can't wear without looking like some kind of slut. i believe that everyone today is so concentrated on finding pleasure in life and... and if i wear any of those 14 dresses that i had just worn then i would be like that EVERYONE and i want to be different and find actual happiness in life with someone i can live the rest of my life with... and i-"

Barbara continued just saying the things that came to her mind. All the while, Dick was kissing her neck; feeling very comfortable in his spot between her legs. At first he sucked and nipped her neck. He was so consumed by the desire to feel her shiver when he kissed her neck just below her ear. He'd discovered it was a very sensitive spot, and each time he'd kissed her there, she would breathe out in soft gasps, sending the most wonderful sensations through his own body. Then, growing tired ( but definitely not tired of her gasping under him), he just began to give her butterfly kisses near her collarbone area.

Finally, Barbara finished talking. Dick sighed and looked at her.

"You know. Being my girlfriend doesn't mean that you have to look nice and presentable whenever you're always around me. Personally, i don't care what you look like. As long as you don't become like those people who are concentrated on finding pleasure in life, then you're perfect to me.

She blushed under his gaze. Then she looked up, gave him a shy kiss on the tip of his nose, and PUSHED HIM OUT OF THE CHANGING ROOM!

"WHAT THE HECK BABS?" Dick cries as he nearly trips outside.

Barbara laughs.

"I'm changing into my final dress. You are not allowed to see me, yet!" She giggles, as she slips on the 15th dress, silently praying that she wouldn't look like a hooker.

Feeling that she was finished, she closed her eyes.

"How do i look?" Barbara asks stepping out, eyes still closed.

Dick saw her step out of the changing room in a bage-ish colored dress with a brown belt in the waist area holding it up. There were also layered ruffles at the end and up to the knees.

She looked perfect.

"Well, you could open your eyes and see for yourself" he grinned cheekily.

Barbara opened her eyes, and gasped. It was beautiful. It was her mother's dress.

"so..." she asked. "How do you think i look?"

He blushed, only slightly. "you look...er...nice."

Then a voice from behind them startled the couple.

"REALLY DICK? IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SAY? NICE?"

It was BRUCE WAYNE... the freaking GODDAMN BATMAN!

Still slightly shocked, Dick blushed.

"um... w-we-well... you kinda look better than all the other dress-sses?" he tried.

Barbara just cocked an eyebrow at him while Bruce gave him the bat-glare. Although it was less intimidating because he wasn't the GODDAMN BATMAN at the moment.

Dick was a suave person, and a fast-thinker. ;)

So as Dick was about to say something sensible about her, Alfred (THE FREAKING SAVIOR) came in:

"Master Bruce, master Richard, miss Gordon, the guest have arrived. They require your company at once." he said, in his usual british accent.

Grumbling; Bruce left the room. Mumbling on how he should teach Dick to flirt with a girl using compliments. But being Dick Grayson, he already knew how to do that.

Dick just laughed and held up his left arm, waiting for Babs to take it. She laughed and took his arm. So thus he guided her to the ballroom...

HELLO AGAIN! THIS IS TO BE CONTINUED... I SOLEMNLY SWEAR. PLEASE TELL ME YOUR INSIGHTS!

I know some of the characters are a bit OOC... so please forgive me.

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- your admirer from afar ;)