WOO FINALLY GOT THIS CHAPTER OUT. I feel accomplished.


Robin absently kicked one of the mobsters feet, looking pleased with himself as Supergirl hovered a few feet away, surveying the several or so men who were now emitting groans as they lay splayed out across the asphalt. The Boy Wonder released one of his ghostly laughs, and out of the corner of her eye she noticed that one of the criminals seemed to flinch at the sound, absently shaking her head. The male had been in a much better mood ever since dinner, and had been more than eager to go out on patrol, claiming that he wanted to show Supergirl "how it was done". Well, he had definitely shown her something, like how he was getting just a little to good at disappearing like Batman. In fact, it was a bit unnerving at times, and he had given her quite a scare more than once, fearing she had lost him. She knew the boy was capable, but he was always used to working with Batman, and she was no Batman, something he had trouble remembering. Not that Kara was much better, she was used to working with Superman or alone, and they had their own system as well, although when it came to Kryptonians there was not a lot to worry about, for very few things could actually hurt them.

"You know, you could have let me help," the blonde's voice rang out, causing the boy to pause in his work and glance up toward her. "Oh, when did you get here?" he asked casually, before glancing back down, making sure to secure the zip ties around the mans hand before moving onto the next one. "Just a few moments ago. You need to stop with the ninja stuff, it's freaking me out," she stated, voice matter of fact as she landed next to him, holding her hand out expectantly. He stared at her palm momentarily before slipping the little plastic ties into it.

The Girl of Steel nodded in thanks before moving to the nearest unrestrained mobsters and getting to work wrapping them around his wrists, perhaps a bit tighter than necessary when she spotted a red welt upon her partners arm.

"I gave you a signal, it's not my fault you're to slow to keep up," he muttered, looking overly smug, and Kara had the urge to smack him upside the head, just to bring him down to Earth a little. "Just don't do it again, okay? Or at least give me some warning, some real warning." She refrained from looking up, hearing the boy scoff slightly, as if her request was completely unreasonable or something. He was probably resisting the urge to point out he had given her some warning, but she had missed it, and she was sure he would follow it up with a snarky remark about her supposedly having super senses.

Luckily, he kept his mouth shut.

"Well, now what?" she asked, slowly rising to her feet when the last criminal had been securely tied up, a few strands of blonde hair falling into her line of view, causing the alien to brush them aside with a distracted flick of her finger. "Well obviously we call the cops."

Supergirl's eyebrow twitched, a barely noticeable spasm of her muscles causing it to rise rapidly for a split second before it fell again, her face tugging into one of annoyance. Raising a hand, she pinched the bridge of her nose, attempting to alleviate the pressure in her skull that was building up, and it was then she remembered why she never joined the dynamic duo on patrol. Not only would she be stuck with Batman, constantly feeling his scrutinizing gaze on her, but she would be stuck with Robin and his smart mouth. Supergirl was positive he would never speak to Batman that way, well, at least not live to tell the tale about it if he ever did, though perhaps she should give Bruce a bit more credit, after all he somehow managed to stand the Boy Wonder all these years, so maybe he had managed to grow some tolerance. She supposed after a while, you just got used to someone, annoying mannerisms and all.

"I meant after that. It's late Robin, we should head back now before the sun begins to rise." Though honestly, she quite liked watching the sun rise, in fact, she just liked the sun in general, which was probably why she kept her visits to Gotham short. It was always dark here, even during the day. "What do you-?" her head rose slowly, glancing in the direction she had last seen her comrade, and blinked hard, only seeing darkness now.

"Hahaha!" the chilling laughter echoed through the alleyway, and she caught sight of his shadow disappearing over the rooftops, cursing softly to herself, body easily slicing through the air as she took off after him, though at a slower pace than usual, trying to calm herself down. The Girl of Steel could already feel her blood pressure rising, and she was sure she was redder than normal, this game of "follow the leader" getting a bit old for her. It was not entirely his fault though, her patience had been thin lately, and normally she would have found his antics endearing, still able to clearly picture him when he was younger, all but clinging to Batman when they were introduced to each other. His little cheeks had flushed, and she distinctly remembered him muttering something along the lines of "gee Batman, are all aliens that pretty?"

They had immediately taken to each others company, and were practically siblings now, unfortunately that meant they fought like siblings sometimes as well.

Still, it was nice to have family, even if they were not blood related.

"We should stop and get some ice cream, Batman never wants to stop and get ice cream," Robin chirruped from beside her, his sinewy form padding across the rooftop with practiced ease, and Supergirl had to give him a sideways glance, eyebrows raising in surprise. "You mean right now? In costume? Wouldn't Batman kill you? Scratch that, wouldn't Batman kill me? Besides I don't have any money on me." He was grinning, his bright eyes shinning behind his mask with childish mischief. "That's okay, I have some! And, you know, Batman kind of likes you, so I don't think he'd mind...just in case though, let's just not mention it." He was nodding in that all knowing manner, and the blonde felt resigned. He had that look on his face, that one that meant he was not going to give up easily, and it was not like Supergirl was against the idea, she just did not want Bruce annoyed with her, more than he normally seemed to be, anyway. How could she say no to ice cream, though?

"Fine, if you can find a place that serves ice cream at this hour, then we can go."

Supergirl sometimes forgot that Robin was more or less a genius when it came to technology, so finding a place that was open in Gotham at this hour that sold ice cream was kid stuff compared to, say, hacking the batcomputer, and thirty minutes later they both had cones of ice cream in hand, Robin opting for Rocky Road while Supergirl had gone with Cookie Dough. Needless to say, they had gotten several strange looks when they originally walked into the establishment, but Dick had swaggered up to the cashier, oozing self confidence, and ordered his ice cream like it was the most natural thing in the world, Supergirl being only mildly more sheepish as she ordered her cone, politely declining to give out her number to one of the male bystanders before they left.

Now both were perched on top of a roof, feet dangling over the ledge limply as they ate their respective frozen treats. Just as Kara moved to dip lower to lick more of the sugary dessert up, the Boy Wonder's hand flicked out, catching the bottom of the cone easily and shoving it upwards, successfully smearing it across her face, and immediately receiving a heated glare from the Girl of Steel as he snickered immaturely, looking quite pleased with himself. "Oh, very funny," she muttered, though her tone conveyed that she thought it was anything but amusing.

After convincing herself she was the mature one in this situation, she decided against holding him down while simultaneously shoving his ice cream into his face (and probably hair, now that she thought about it), and instead instructed him to stay put while she went off to get napkins, something that took her all but a few seconds. One would think that nothing could go wrong in that small span of time, but naturally that was incorrect. When she got back to the roof they had been on, Robin also had ice cream smudged across his countenance, though his cone was very obviously missing. A few feet away stood a boy, his suit consisting mostly of bright yellow, though several parts of it were accented with red-speaking of red, his hair was flaming orange in color and looked wind swept. He looked familiar, even if she was certain she had never met him before.

"Dude!" the smaller teen hollered in annoyance, but it was all but too late, the redhead practically finished with the ice cream already, and Supergirl feared he may just bite his own fingers off if he was not careful. "What? I was hungry. I ran all this way to see you. I heard Br...dude, what are you doing?" Robin had begun to gesture not so discreetly toward the older boy, but he just was not getting the hint, until he heard someone clear their throat behind him.

Starting, he whirled around at a speed only a Flash could accomplish, giving the blonde one look before craning his neck toward the raven haired boy, whispering in a voice he must have thought was quiet, "dude, who's the hot chick, and do you have her number?" Robin could only stare on in aghast horror at his friends lack of tact, not even trying to hide his face palm, head tilted back slightly.

"I'm Supergirl, Superman's cousin, and no he does not have my number. Who are you?" Her voice was testy, though only mildly so, and for good reason, not that it seemed to deter the redhead even remotely. In the blink of an eye, he was standing right in front of her, in fact he was a little to close for comfort, wide grin spread across his face. "Kid Flash at your service, doll, and what brings you to Gotham? I thought Metropolis was the Supers turf?" he asked, his voice casual as he attempted to discreetly lean closer to her, causing the the Girl of Steel to subconsciously lean away from him, not appreciating the invasion of her personal bubble by a stranger, though at least she knew why he looked so familiar now. She recalled knowing that the Flash had a partner, though she had never met him personally, and she was beginning to understand why her cousin had never been very keen on introducing them.

"I'm..." she paused, her voice trailing off, attempting to find the right words to explain, but there was no need as Robin wedged himself between the two, pushing Kid Flash away and giving him a pointed look before tearing a napkin out of Supergirl's hand, wiping his mouth off furiously. "She's helping me patrol while Batman is away, not that I need it of course." There it was, that tone of confidence, bordering arrogance, as he stared smugly at his friend, the redheads mouth dropping slightly. "Dude, your babysitters hot."

Robin spluttered, throwing his arms up slightly in an over dramatic gesture, practically yelling at the other teen, "dude, that is so not cool! Supergirl's not my babysitter, she's just a friend!" Unfortunately it seemed like Kid Flash had already moved on from that discussion, easily ignoring the younger boys words and instead inquiring, "why didn't you tell me you knew Supergirl? Do you know how long I've wanted her number! Honestly-"

It was at that point the blonde tuned the two bickering boys out, releasing a breath through her nose, and disdainfully realizing that she had forgotten about her poor ice cream cone, the cookie dough nearly completely melted at this point, her hand now covered in the sticky mess.

"-I told you she isn't my babysitter!"

"Stop. Robin, we should go now. It was nice meeting you, Kid Flash, but next time give me some warning before you drop in like that-and no I don't mean that as give me a call. I don't give out my number, it's a rule." The yellow clad boys face fell slightly at her words, but he perked up quickly, attention turning toward Rob once again. "See you later, dude, and have fun with your babysitter! Bye sweet cheeks!" And just like that, he was gone in a blur of red and yellow, leaving Robin there to splutter angrily some more at the spot he had been in not even a second ago.

"He's seems...uh..." Supergirl struggled for the right word. "Creet," Dick mumbled, and the girl gave him a questioning glance. "Discreet means tactful, so the opposite of that must be creet, untactful," he explained patiently, though his voice was slightly forlorn, obviously still brewing in his friends teasing. "He's very creet then," Kara agreed with a small nod.

"Kid Creet," Robin continued, a small smirk tugging at his lips, face lighting up slightly, the new nickname obviously consoling him somewhat from the earlier embarrassment. "I like it, Kid Creet...does he always just show up randomly like that, though?" The pair exchanged looks, the male shifting slightly, looking rather uncomfortable. "I see. Don't worry, I won't tell Batman."

"Thanks Supergirl."

"As long as you behave, anyway."

"What?" A look of disbelief crossed his features, though she had already taken off, tossing her melted cone into a nearby trashcan, the Boy Wonder hot on her tail. "Wait! You're joking right? Right?" His voice raised in pitch slightly, causing Kara to smirk, though she kept silent, very purposefully not looking at him, lest she burst out laughing, ruining her little charade.

"What do you consider behaving?"

Okay, maybe she would milk this just a little.


I got lazy at the end don't judge me. Anyway, looks like Supergirl met a second member of the team! Wonder who's next? Find out next time.