Barbara Gordon was eating ice cream as if her life depended on it, and Bette Kane was worried. Barbara knew because she had on her 'what is wrong with you' face. It was usually reserved for Dick, but tonight at this moment Babs was getting it.

"Bette is just ice cream" and it was delicious, Barbara had been eating ice cream non-stop for the past two hours. They had arrived at Bette's house and half way through the movie Barbara had gotten the ice cream and decided it was far more interesting.

"Babs, I am right here." Barbara tried to swallow that thing in her throat, but it wasn't working. She felt the tears come, and then there was no way to stop them.

"I hate him" she didn't.

"Sadly, you don't.", totally true.

"She is so… pretty Bette, and I am just me" because Zatanna was pretty, with her long black hair, and her baby blue eyes, and her perfect figure. Not to mention how nice she was, and how honest she had been while meeting Babs.

"I hate them", she wished she could, at least for a couple of minutes.

"You wouldn't be crying if you did. Trust me. I know" and it sucked, because sometimes hate or a strong dislike was easier to deal with than the pain she was feeling right now.

"Bette?" her friend looked at her from where she was standing by the mirror" Do you think he loves her? Like really epic-kind of love- love?"

Bette didn't even think about it, which was good, because it meant she meant it."I think Grayson likes her. But there is nothing epic about it, and it probably won't be. Grayson may not know it yet, but II say he will be kissing the ground you walk on a couple f years from now" Bette's tone wasn't playful, and Barbara hoped, that she was right. She wanted to be mad because it was easier. Being hurt- feeling hurt- was too tiring, when she was mad, she could blame it on something else.

"Do you think I'll ever get over him? That I'll stop feeling the way I do about him?" she truly hoped so. Because if loving him meant feeling distraught and wanting to punch his face even when he wasn't around-more than the ordinary- the she didn't want to.

"I don't think so. You won't get over him. Some people go throughout their lives, and they never meet that other person. You already have. and you are only thirteen, and I swear one day you'll have to tell Grayson about this, and I swear, he better kiss the ground I walk on. He is going to own me, BIG TIME. Pass the ice cream Babs, it was one gallon." Wehre would Barbara Gordon be without the wisdom of one Bette Kane.

"I hope you are right. If you are… I too will kiss the ground you step on."

"Oh Babs, you want to sign it in blood?"

"So…I am in the mood to kick some butt" maybe more than kick butt.

"Nah and risk meeting the boy wonder? No way my friend. I might enjoy him in the suit, but Dick Grayson should stay away from me tonight. I just may kick his ass" Barbara was sure Bette was the greatest, most awesome friend in the world.

"Bette?"

"yes dear?" Barbara was trying to get her pijamas from under the bed, without dropping the icea cream

"Thank you. You always know what to say, and what to do to make me feel better…. And I love being your friend" she felt warm all over, Bette was the one constant in her life, she was sure was always going to be there- or so she hoped- because even if Dick realized he loved her some day, Bette was here with her right now, and she would be tomorrow and the week later, and it was enough. It was more than enough.