Author's Note: Hiya :) So this is the first Fanfiction I have written in about two years. I stopped for a while and forgot all of my other account info blah blah blah and eventually created this new account and new story.
This isn't the actual story, this is just how I imagine Dick and Babs met and how they discovered each other's vigilante identities. This is kind of a prologue, I guess, so enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or any of these characters (unfortunately).
Nine Years Ago
Bruce Wayne's Manor 9:28 P.M
Nine year old Barbara Gordon sat with her shoulders slouched and her cheek rested on her left fist. Bruce Wayne had been holding a boring charity event for a circus that had just passed through Gotham. Bruce Wayne was one of the richest men in the whole city, so obviously the guests at this party were going to be spoiled snobs who probably didn't even care about the circus. Barbara was neither rich, nor remotely snobby, but her father and her were invited because Jim Gordon was the Commissioner of GCPD. Commissioner Gordon had attended many of these galas before, but this was the first time Barbara had ever been dragged along.
And now she was bored out of her mind.
"Daddy, when do we get to go home? I'm tired." Barbara groaned, blowing a piece of red hair out of her face.
Jim Gordon looked down at Barbara and chuckled. "I'm sorry, honey, but not for at least another hour or two." He leaned down and whispered in his daughter's ear. "But trust me, I'm as sick of this party as you."
Barbara smirked and fiddled with one of the gems on her red dress. Her father had to buy her a new one for this event because dresses were not a common thing in Barbara Gordon's wardrobe.
For what seemed like centuries, Barbara watched old people laughing and drinking champagne. A few times she even spotted Bruce Wayne, who had at minimum three women around him at all times. But, so far, the highlight of Barbara's night had been watching a drunken man fall on the dance floor.
Barbara sighed and stood up, facing Commissioner Gordon who had started to doze off. "I'm going for a walk." She simply stated.
"Don't wander off too far, Barbara, and don't get into trouble." Was all she heard before making her way through the throngs of people clustered throughout the ballroom. From the aerial view, Barbara looked like a tiny ruby making its way through giant walls of black. When she exited the huge domed room, Barbara turned down multiple hallways, admiring tall paintings and the lavish way that Bruce Wayne lived. But it wasn't that much later that she had realized that she was totally and completely lost.
"Well, crap." She muttered. Her father's words telling her to not wander far softly floated in the back of her mind. "Oops." Barbara peered around and saw a light on in one of the rooms at the end of the hallway she was standing in. She walked over and pushed the door open to see an almost empty room, except for one boy sitting in the corner staring at a small picture in his hand. Barbara cleared her throat and entered the room. Maybe he could help her find her way back.
"Can I help you?" The boy asked, quickly shoving the photograph in his pocket. He stood up as Barbara walked in.
"Sorry to bother you, I just kind of got, um, lost." The boy smirked and nodded.
"Yeah, it took me a few days to figure this place out too. I'm guessing you're looking for the charity event?" He continued when Barbara nodded. "Well, you managed to get to the total opposite side of the manor from the party, but you're not missing much. These things suck."
Barbara laughed, "Yeah, it was pretty boring in there."
"I'm Dick," The boy said, "Dick Grayson."
"Barbara Gordon." She replied.
The two stood there awkwardly for a few moments before Dick smiled, "Seeing as these parties are a total drag, would you like to go make them somewhat fun?"
Barbara raised her eyebrow, "How can we make them fun?"
"I have a few ideas." Dick said, taking her by the wrist and directing her back to the ballroom.
Two Hours Later
"Barbara, what was this mention that I heard of a little redhead girl and black-haired boy slipping laxatives into champagne glasses?" James Gordon asked his daughter on the drive home from Wayne Manor.
Barbara only smiled, "I have no idea daddy."
Four Years later (Five years ago)
"Babs!" Dick screamed.
"Dick!"
"W-why is this happening?" He sounded on the brink of tears.
"I-I don't know. We should get someone..." Barbara ran her fingers through her hair. "What do we do?"
Dick just shook his head. "This is a disaster. Emphasis on the dis." He rubbed the back of his neck. "We have to do something. I can't go on much longer." Dick looked Barbara straight in the eyes. "If we don't make it through this I want you to know that you're my best friend." A cold chill blew over both of the teens.
"Ah-hem" Both thirteen year olds snapped around to be greeted by a tall bald man with a thin brown mustache.
"Alfred, you have to help!" Dick yelled.
Alfred arched his eyebrow and rolled his eyes. "What is the cataclysmic event this time, Master Richard?"
Both Barbara and Dick looked at each other and in unison screamed, "There's no ice cream left!"
"You two astonish me." The butler mumbled.
The scene was quite a hilarious one. Barbara holding an empty tub of chocolate ice cream, and Dick supporting himself dramatically with the freezer door. Alfred set down the tray he was holding and moved a bag of peas out of the way. Both Dick and Barbara immediately started laughing at the brand new tub of ice cream that was hidden away.
"Alfred saves the day!" Babs yelled after Dick grabbed the ice cream, two spoons, and ran out of the kitchen. Barbara quickly followed Dick to his room and plopped down on his bed beside him, grabbing a spoon from his hand.
"That crisis was averted." Dick said with a smirk on his face.
Babs laughed and took a scoop of ice cream. "I think if someone heard our little drama scenes out of context they would call the police. Or even worse, Batman."
Dick's smirk grew ever so slightly, but Babs didn't pay any mind to it. "It's fun hanging out with you again, Dick. You've been ditching me for the past week." Barbara ate her spoonful of chocolaty goodness and laid back on one of Dick's pillows.
Dick sighed and swallowed a spoonful of ice cream. "Yeah, about that Babs, I'm really sorry. It's my-"
"Judo classes. I know." Babs fiddled with the hem of her shirt. "It doesn't mean you can't call."
One Year Later (Four Years Ago)
"Stay right there!" Robin yelled into the dark corner of an alley. If he blinked hard enough he could just make out the dark figure of the person he was chasing.
"Oh come on, Boy Wonder. Let loose. Have a little fun." A giggle followed the little taunt. "Come chase me."
Robin scoffed, "I don't know who you think you are, but a girl Batman is not going to work out!" The figure swept right past him and swung onto a fire escape. "Catch me if you can."
The girl smirked and jumped up the fire escape to the roof of the building. Robin followed and spoke into his headset, "Batman, she's on the top of the Old Gotham Hote- Oh. You found her."
Robin climbed onto the roof to see the Batgirl being held by her cape by Batman.
The girl looked at her feet and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Well, this is awkward." Robin narrowed his eyes and looked at Batgirl more closely. She looked a little familiar.
Batman grumbled. "You have been running around Gotham for weeks under this guise. I don't know what you are doing, but you don't have any idea what you are getting yourself into."
"Excuse me, but I do. It's no big secret that Gotham is home to some of the biggest bads out there." She paused, trying to see if she was pushing it too far. "I can fight. I know Gotham like that back of my hand. I can do this. And no one, not even Batman can hold me back. Almost thirty thugs are in jail because of me, and I have only been doing this for two and a half weeks!" She crossed her arms and Batman let go of her cape. There was a long, uncomfortable silence.
"I can't stop you." Is all Batman said.
Batgirl looked from Batman to Robin and then back to Batman. "No, you can't." She threw a smoke pellet at the ground and within seconds she was gone.
"Well, she has the disappearing act down." Is all Robin could mumble.
One Month Later
Dick was sitting down in the Batcave still in his Robin uniform from the night before. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a lead on Batgirl anywhere. Every time he found something that would reveal her identity he hit so many firewalls that he had to restart his whole entire computer system. Dick removed his domino mask and sighed. He stretched his arms and leaned back on his chair, closing his eyes. He should probably get up and get into regular clothes; Babs was supposed to come over this morning and she'd kill him if he didn't even show up to a meeting at his own house, but Dick was just so tired.
"Boy Wonder."
Dick's eyes shot open. It was Batgirl's voice. Dick jumped up out of his chair and stood in a fighting stance not to see Batgirl, but to see Babs.
Oh boy.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." Babs said, crossing her arms.
Dick rubbed the back of his neck. Bruce was going to kill him. Dick's mind was jumbled and he didn't know what to say, but soon realization began to dawn on him. "Boy Wonder..." No, she couldn't be... Dick looked up at Babs and narrowed his eyes. "I think you have some explaining to do, too."