HI! This is my third story, so I'm kinda getting the hang of it…
Disclaimer: Yes, I can draw. No, I didn't draw the Batman comics, nor the Batgirl comics. And, no, I am not a boy, so I can't possibly be the person who owns them, now can I?
Dear Diary,
So, Pixie boots is annoying me so much. Dad found the broken bar in my window, fixed it, and now I'm relying on the Boy Wonder to spring me. Of course, He's giving me H-E- double hockey sticks about it… I "met" him the other day, for the "second time". Dad freaked out because I said "Yo" back to his "Hi" instead of "GO AWAY YOU CREEPY GUY IN SHORT PANTS!!" (A/n: if you can't read that, it's go away you creepy guy in short pants)Right… Oh, here's Pixie Boots. Gotham calls.
Barbra Gordon
"A diary, huh?" I looked up.
"You can't even try to scare me. I've gotten used to you bats, Pixie Boots." I retorted. I shoved my diary under the bed. He's so cocky. Twerp's got a lot to learn still, even though we're partners.
"Come on Batgirl. I've got your Bat-wheels, so let's bat- go." Robin said. I was sure my face lit up about a hundred watts.
"You brought me a new Bat-cycle?" I hopped off the bed. He tossed me my boots and my cowl. "Yo, grab my gloves, will ya?"
"Sure, now come on, before your dad wakes up." Pixie Boots muttered. "And, yes, I got you a new Bat-cycle. Or rather, Batman did. I personally don't see the point since you crash each one as soon as you get it."
"Hey, the first one took me five hours." I protested.
"Yeah, and the second one five minutes."
"You're exaggerating." I mumbled as I knelt down to pick the lock on the door.
"I already got the lock on the outside."
"No, duh. That's the only reason I need you." I shot back. "I am an expert at sneaking out you know." That's it Babsy. Baffle him so he'll shut up. I popped the lock, and Robin opened the door.
"After you."
"Such a gentleman" I replied, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
"Let's go." Batman said. I shuddered. That voice though, it's like wind over gravestones. It can't be natural.
"Sorry Pixie Boots, Batman's just got some scare factor that you don't have. Maybe it's because when you pop out of nowhere, you have this voice that's about two octaves higher than Batman's." I teased, hopping over the side of my bike. "Hey Batman. Thanks for the bike. I'll try not to crash it."
"Hello Batgirl, but I'm afraid you are wrong. You can try all you like, but something's going to happen to your bike. It always does, whether I'm in Tibet or right here, you'll still probably crash." Batman replied.
"Wow Batman, I'm impressed. You just made a joke. Amazing." Robin interjected.
"Turn right." Batman said. We were speeding across Gotham, and I could see Grand Avenue coming up.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Wayne tower, ironically. Sighting of the Joker." Batman answered. "Man, I've always wanted one of his purple suits." Robin complained.
"Why don't you ask him? I'm sure he'd give his least favorite superhero a purple suit. Or you could pretend to be the pizza guy, and when he asks what he owes you, you can say a purple suit." I laughed for real this time.
"He'd probably kill the pizza guy if he didn't give him the pizza free. Hey, what's up with your bike?" I looked up at Robin, startled.
"There's something wrong with my bike?"
"It's having trouble keeping up." He replied.
"Huh." The Bat-cycle puttered to a stop bucking me off. Not good, especially in Gotham traffic on the busiest road! I flung myself off to the side, and rolled onto the sidewalk. A motorbike stopped in front of me. Great. Here's the Boy Wonder to mock me and act all high and mighty.
"Need a hand?"
"No." I hissed. I pushed myself up. "My bike was out of gas, by the way."
"Are you ok?" Batman asked, pulling over to a halt.
"Yeah. Just fine. It was out of gas. Now don't we have a clown to catch?"
Just because they've been in the business longer doesn't mean that they have to rub it in my face. "I can ride other motorcycles just fine, so it must just be your bikes." I'll teach them to make fun of me.
"You better destroy the bat evidence. And you won't get anywhere on jump lines. Ride on Robin's Bat-cycle." Batman ordered. They booted up their bikes. And this one lasted a grand total of… 17 minutes. Just perfect. I flipped the self destruct switch and slid into place on Robin's bike.
"Yo, this bike isn't made for tandem riding. Lean into turns, I don't want road rash." I snapped. We had to get there, before my dad and the rest of the G.C.P.D. showed up. We had to make it to Wayne Tower. We had a clown to catch.