Memories: A Phone Call From Home

"Of course, how could I forget the man wearing pixie boots?" –Barbra Gordon

Roll Call:

Robin. Dick Grayson. Batman's acrobatic protégé.

Batgirl. Barbra Gordon. Daughter to Gotham PD's Commissioner James Gordon.

A/N: Ahahahaaaa, Dick's outfit as Robin was such a joke. Pixie boots and scaly undies? Thank you so much for the reviews & alerts. (:

Note: Post Haunted.

Robin was up all night trying to find a connection to Barbra. He missed kicking Mr. Freeze's butt, Gotham's crummy crowded streets, the low-life criminals that always lost, the adrenaline he'd get from jumping off skyscrapers, Alfred's famous cookies and most of all, he missed Barbra. They were close friends of the same age and Robin didn't say much a good-bye to her before he left Gotham – he was too angry. He tried dialing all the previous numbers that connected to her but they all had been changed. He considered calling her house phone, but she'd probably be out patrolling and he really didn't want to call and have the Commish pick up.

After a while he had finally gotten a hold of her cellphone number (thanks to his master detective skills) but she didn't pick up and Robin had no choice but to leave a message. He could only hope she'd reply back. So he sat in the Rec. Room looking around old Titan files and finding any other sources connected to Barbra. The other times he'd stare out the window and thought if separating from batman was really such a great choice; but he shook it off. It was too late for second thoughts.

He had been awake for four hours now and dawn was coming. Robin didn't mind at all, he was used to not getting any sleep because of his training with…well, you know who. He sighed heavily and looked out the window. The sky was beginning to turn from a dark midnight blue to a lighter pink and orange shade. Raven would be the first awake to meditate peacefully before things would start to get noisy. Then cyborg would come looking for breakfast (preferably his waffles), followed by Starfire and Beast Boy last. Then after countless hours of pacing around the room and sitting in chairs, Robin had finally got what he needed. Barbra called back.

"Barbra?" he asked hopefully

"Speaking."

"Babs! It's me, I called before but you didn't pick up."

"Dick?"

"Yeah, you still remember me right?"

She laughed, "Of course, how could I forget the man wearing pixie boots?"

We both laughed this time and there was a long awkward period of silence.

"I'm sorry." I finally said

"What?"

"I'm sorry for leaving you Barbra. I'm sorry I didn't say good-bye and I'm sorry I didn't call until now."

Another long silence.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was too mad."

"Why didn't you call Dick?"

"…I don't know."

She sighed, "You don't call to socialize, what do you need?"

"I need you here, in Jump City. I need someone to talk to-"

"You have the Titans, that's why you left remember?"

"I need someone that knows me. I need someone that promised me we'd always be there for each other that one rainy night in Gotham we fought Scarecrow alone."

For a while she didn't respond and I thought she had hung up but I stayed on the line, waiting for a response. After a few long minutes I got one.

"That promise was still there that night you left Gotham. Where were you when I needed you? Should we change the rules just when you say so? Get over yourself Dick. You chose the Titans, so stick with them."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A/N: No, the whole promise thing with Robin and Batgirl didn't actually happen in the comics. I don't even know how Robin quit either… LOL. & Sorry it's short. :$