AN: Hey ho! Well uh, this is me, writing a romantic fic… *facepalm* I hate Valentine's Day. This was inspired by two things, 1) this amv: *link* and 2) the year twelves at my school, you see my school has a tradition: every Valentine's Day you can buy roses and/or serenades for you loved ones, -slash- to piss off your friends. Anyway the year twelves came to my classroom and sang 'You belong with me' to one of my classmates. Hence this came to be. I'm sorry. I really am. (And I know it's not Valentine's Day but that's when I started it so I've written a whole heap to upload on time)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the storyline, sort of. If I did, no one would ever see Robin again.
Monday
Barbara Gordon looked around the crowded hall. He had to be there somewhere. She caught the eye of the host, Bruce Wayne, and gestured around the party. Bruce shook his head and shrugged, he hadn't seen him either. Babs sighed and tried to make herself taller; cursing her decision to wear sensible, three inch heels instead of her seven inch platforms. On a whim she checked the balconies. Grinning as she finally spotted her quarry. Dick Grayson was arguing with someone on his phone. He twitched the sunglasses in his hand before running it through his raven hair. "Star please! I can't talk right now! Yes I know I said I'd be there but- No of course I didn't mean it. It was a joke Star! I'm- I'm sorry okay? I didn't think you'd take it like that. I'm sorry, I love you too." Dick sighed and slipped his phone into the pocket of his tux.
"You okay?" Babs asked trying her best to look like she hadn't spent the last fifteen minutes looking for him.
"Yeah, fun fact: apparently most Tamaranians don't understand sarcasm." he said twirling the arm of his shades. Absently he rubbed the side of his face.
Babs leaned out over the railing. "Either that or it's just her." she said jokingly.
Dick laughed and heaved himself up so he was sitting on the railing. "Yeah," he murmured rubbing the side of his face again.
"So… this must be a change for you, huh? You haven't been to Gotham in what, two months?" Babs tucked a strand of flaming red hair behind her ear.
"Three. Three months, two weeks, and five days." Babs looked at him; he glanced at her and smirked. "Shut up, that's just my borderline OCD talking."
"Uh-huh, sure." they both laughed. Dick's hand flitted to his face again. "My God Dick! Missing your mask much?"
The teen looked at her, "What?"
"That is the third time in as many minutes you've touched the place your mask covers. Do you hate being Richard Grayson that much?" Babs looked at him.
Dick squirmed under her gaze. "It's not hate so much as… out of all the times I've been kidnapped, who's been taken more: Dick or Robin?"
Babs raised an eyebrow. "Robin."
Dick jumped down from the railing as Babs stood up. "Okay, I'll give you that. But who escaped more?" the noirette asked, waving his sunglasses in her face. Babs threw her hands up on surrender. Dick grinned in triumph. He frowned at her, "Where's your purse?"
Babs' eyes widened as she looked around her, "God I hate clutches!" She looked at her friend. "Help me look?" she asked. Dick smiled and pulled a slim leather purse from his jacket. "DICK!" Babs groaned, snatching it from him.
"Scared you didn't I?" he grinned. Barbara hit him with the offending accessory. Which only made him laugh harder.
"Bite me, Mr. Comedy," she huffed. "So, what did you say to piss of the princess?"
Dick sighed and started spinning his sunglasses again. "Uh… it was along the lines of, 'Gotham city, psychos with guns and knives. Don't freak out if I come back with a hole in me, I mean what else is Gotham good for.'?"
Babs laughed, "Nice, that's a new one." she said nodding in approval.
"See you got it, Starfire? Not so much. She started freaking out, talking about how I shouldn't come if I thought I was going to get hurt, and if Gotham's that dangerous she didn't know how I survived this long, the whole nine yards."
"You laughed at her didn't you?" Babs smirked.
"No!" Dick said indignantly, "I didn't laugh." He was almost pouting.
Babs' smirk grew. "Oh yeah?" He nodded childishly. "Dick," Babs put on a parental tone.
"Okay so I may have sniggered, a bit." Babs shook her head. "Oh come on! It was funny! Besides I laugh at you all the time, you don't take it personally," Dick huffed.
"Well, yeah but, we've known each other for years and, you know…" Babs trailed off, fiddling with her the skirt of her dress.
Dick put his head to one side, "What?" he asked frowning.
"Well, I'm not a peppy alien princess?" Babs shrugged.
"That's not fair,"
"I know, I'm sorry." Babs said sheepishly. "I really am," Dick nodded. They both turned to look of the edge. "So," Babs started nervously, "Have you told her your name?"
Dick sighed and put his sunglasses in his pocket. "Babs, don't. Please?"
"Okay, you're right. This is your single night of freedom and it is my duty as your wing-woman to make sure you have fun!" Babs grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the party.
"Babs!" the noirette protested. Babs grinned and dragged him into the throng of people. They were soon stopped by one of Bruce's many business associates, eager to talk about how much Dick had grown and how cute he and Babs looked together. The two friends looked at each other before struggling to explain to him that they weren't actually dating. Both a little too quickly. They realised this at the same time and excused themselves awkwardly. They kept going ducking and weaving through socialites. Until they were collared by a reporter. They spun around to meet the baby blue eyes of Clark Kent. "CK!" Dick yelled.
"Clark!" Babs chorused. "How ya been Boy Scout?"
The man of steel smiled, "Oh, all right. I must say Barbara, you look stunning. Is that a new dress?" he said as Babs looked down at her shimmering black slip she pushed at the skirt. Still self-conscious about the slit up the side.
The red-head span around to face her childhood friend. "See Dick, someone noticed!" she scowled good naturedly.
Dick put his head to one side and smirked. "Purse." Babs' head whipped around she turned back to Dick to start yelling at him when he waved it in front of her face.
"Nice trick." Clark smirked. Dick turned to him and shrugged.
"Half gypsy, remember?"
Clark smiled. "So, how have you been Dick? On your own in a new city?"
"CK, you know damn well I'm not on my own." Dick crossed his arms. "I have my friends and Kory," the kryptonian raised his eyebrows. "Yes Clark, Kory. She's my, girlfriend. Of about six months." Dick studied his may-as-well-be uncle's face. "Clark Kent, if I see a tabloid on my relationship with Kory, I swear to God,"
Clark laughed, "You won't, you won't. I don't do gossip columns remember?" he looked up and caught Bruce's eye. Dick grabbed Babs' wrist and edged away, Clark sighed. "Listen guys, I've got to go talk to Bruce so…" he looked back to where the teenagers had been. Only to find them gone. He smiled and made his way to Bruce.
Babs smiled as Dick pulled her into the entrance hall. "Babs, this isn't my single night of freedom." Babs opened her mouth to say something but he held up a hand. "What I mean is, I'm gonna be in Gotham for the rest of the week. No strings attached."
Babs grinned and without thinking, threw his arms around her old friend's neck. Dick laughed and squeezed her back. She let go of him and he waved her purse under her nose. She hit him on the shoulder and laughed. He grabbed her hand and together they ran back into the party.
AN: well yeah, like I said. I'm sorry. Oh and Random JL members will probably be making cameos later on as well, so comment, review, whatever it's called. That little speech bubble shaped button please. If you liked it, hated it, want to shoot it in the face, anything. Just please tell me! ;A;
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