AN: I don't know where I came up with this. I just love the idea of Dick, Barbara, and Artemis hanging out at Gotham Academy. Bette's here too, but I don't really know much about her, so… People may be a bit OOC.

Edit: Thanks for all the favorites and reviews! I'm glad people like this one as much as I do.

Anyway, carry on…

Dick took his usual spot at the lunch table in the courtyard, across from Barbara Gordon.

It didn't take him very long to notice she was staring at him. With the Bat's training, he should have noticed quicker, if not for the challenging calculus problem running loops in his head. "Uh, Babs, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing," she said, spinning her fork around in her salad, her eyes still boring a hole through his head.

"Then why are you staring at me?"

"Hmm? Just something I heard…" She was still staring at him.

Dick's eyebrows scrunched a bit in confusion. "Okay…" He reached for his water, going back to his homework. Now, if A equaled nine times the square root of three over x to the negative third power, then C must be…

"Are you Robin?"

Dick choked, the numbers zipping out of his head. "What?" What could he have done to make her think he was Robin? Not that he wasn't, and really, if you had the ability to put two and two together, and had known him for a long time like Babs had, it wasn't that difficult to figure out. But truly, he had thought his acting skills were top notch after so many years of practice when it came to discussing that side of his life.

Barbara smirked, watching him try to regain his composure. "You know, the Boy Wonder? Costumed crime fighter, partner to Gotham's Dark Knight?"

"Yes, I know who he is, I just don't know why you think I would be him."

Babs looked thoughtful. "Well, I overheard Linda saying that, you know, since Robin most likely lives in Gotham, and looks to be about our age, what if he went to Gotham Academy? He and Batman have to be rich with all the gadgets they carry around. And then I saw Bette in the library, and we started talking about it, and we narrowed it down to you. How many short, black haired, wealthy acrobats do you know? So, are you Robin?"

Dick smirked back at her. "Why yes, Barbara, I am Robin. Every night I go home, do my homework, and then go flying around the city in costume with a man dressed as a bat, beating up criminals and getting shot at."

"Sarcastic much?" This time Barbara actually took a bite of her salad, turning just the slightest shade of green as she did so. Ah, cafeteria food. Rich school or not, it was the same everywhere.

"Barbara!" Babs turned at the sound of her name to see Bette running over to their table. The blonde girl stopped next to the redhead. "So, did you ask him yet?"

Babs sighed. "Yes, but he won't admit anything. Unless that really was your answer…" She looked doubtfully over at Dick.

"Of course not. Wait a minute- you guys actually think I'm Robin?" Dick stared at the girls incredulously.

"Well, it would explain why you're out sick so often, and where you get all those bruises-"

"-and why you sometimes look like you haven't gotten any sleep for three days straight-"

"-and every time you come to school with some broken bone or other semi-grievous injury-"

These girls were not helping him at all. "Riiight. It's suspicious when the guy whose family used to do backflips over open air for a living comes in with a broken arm."

By this point Bette had taken a spot at the table next to Barbara. "You mean you still do it? The acrobatics and stuff?" she asked.

Barbara and Dick shared a glance. The last time Babs had visited the Manor, Alfred had been in the middle of chastising Dick for his high-flying activities in the formal dining room, namely hanging from the chandelier and twirling off to land on the table - sometimes on his hands.

The boy answered, "Of course. It's hard not to do more than I do now, I mean, I don't want Bruce, or Alfred, to come down on me for 'needless endangerment of my life'," as Richard, of course, not Robin, "but I could never just stop. It's who I am." Dick stopped, taking a bit of his sandwich.

"I keep trying to get him to try out for the gymnastics team, but he says it's 'not really his thing'." Dick childishly stuck his tongue out at Barbara, who attempted to whack him over the head.

"It's not my fault I'm better than the entire team." Instead of being insulted, Barbara just laughed.

Bette looked towards Dick. "I'd love to watch."

Dick beamed. "Sure! We usually go after school to the school gym to practice. You should join us sometime."

Babs spoke up. "Returning to our original topic-"

"Really? I thought we dropped it."

"Nope. Not until you come up with some really good excuses."

"How is that fair?" Dick whined.

"Wait! I think we need an outside opinion." Bette searched the courtyard for a reliable candidate. "Hey, Artemis!" Bette grabbed onto the passing girl's arm, pulling her over to their table.

Artemis was secretly relieved. Although having been at the school for a couple weeks now, she hadn't actually made many friends other than Bette. She was eternally in the blonde's debt for showing her around school that first day. "Hey, Bette! What's up?" She glanced at the other occupants of the table, eyes lingering for a second on the dark haired boy.

Bette motioned for her to take the seat next to Dick and smiled. "We have a question for you."

Artemis sat down, shoving her bag under the chair. "Okay. What do you want?"

Bette and Barbara looked at each other, smiling deviously. Barbara cleared her throat dramatically. "After extensive research-" Dick snorted. "Bette and I have come to the conclusion that Gotham's very own Boy Wonder may be hiding among us, and our number one suspect- Richard Grayson." Bette flourished her arm in Dick's direction.

"What do you think?"

Artemis studied the boy next to her. The boy who was trying hard to look completely innocent and not at all like the hero who was friends with the blonde's alter-ego.

"Nah, he's too… geeky. I can't see the Boy Wonder being a champion mathlete." The other two girls at the table burst into laughter, while Dick scowled.

"You should know, Artemis, as leader of Gotham Academy's mathlete team - which has been victorious for three years in a row, I might add - I take great pride in being called a geek." The boy struck a theatrically valiant pose, as if protecting the world's young brainiacs fell to his responsibility.

Artemis snorted. Bette tried to hide her grin behind her hand, but failed miserably. "I bet that's just what Robin looks like before he jumps down and knocks out some thugs," the curly haired blonde giggled.

Babs shook her head. "Dick, you realize you aren't the leader of the mathlete team, right?"

Dick rolled his eyes and went back to his sandwich. "Fine. Co-leader. But I will be after Zach graduates."

The rest of the lunch period followed safer topics (from Dick's standpoint) until the warning bell rang and the group hurriedly cleaned up and parted ways.

Dick ran around a corner, heading for his Calculus class, when a large mass bumped into him, sending his Calculus book to the ground and reigniting the pain of a recent injury in his shoulder. "Watch it, freak." The bully shoved him into the wall before walking away with his minions.

Dick squinted against the ache in his shoulder, waiting for the pain to go down. His textbook appeared in front of him, held up by a hand. "You should be more careful, Grayson. These hallways are dangerous." Artemis teased.

Dick took the book and crammed it into his bag. "Thanks, Crock."

"You're welcome, bird brain." The archer smirked. Crap, she knew. Batman was not going to be pleased.

Dick acted shocked. "Bird brain? What- wait- You think I'm Robin? What happened to 'geeky mathlete'?"

Artemis laughed. "'We'll laugh about this someday'? Come on, Rob, only you would pull something like that."

Dick's pretend shock melted away, to be replaced with a grin. There wasn't any reason to deny it anymore, was there? "Fine, Artemis, you got me. But you cannot tell anyone, got it?" His eyes narrowed in a very, very, very watered down version of the Batglare. But it was still enough to send your average school bully out of sight.

Artemis, who was certainly not your average school bully, didn't seem to be much affected and snorted instead. "I got it, kid. Is it some sort of requirement to threaten everyone who knows who you are?"

"Yes, actually. Bat rule number five. You wouldn't have believed how Wally acted when I told him. It was hilarious!" The two heroes moved out of the shadows and began walking down the now empty hall.

"Wally knows? Oh, I can so use that…" Dick smirked.

"You know we're going to be late for class?"

AN: Okay, so the ending might be a bit weak, but I really wanted to get this done. I may or may not add another chapter if I get any ideas, but until then, this is it. Thanks for reading!

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