Barbara pulled her knees up close the her chest while she struggled to find comfort on the wooden park bench under a

large ash tree. The fleece sweatpants she wore provided a small amount of warmth against the chill of the predawn park temperature. Frankie jogged passed her for the fourth time, tossing a GSU hoodie at Barbara's head. She laughed as she quickly snuggled in to her friend's sweater. She leaned to the right to grab her coffee, the perfect sipping temperature that somehow only the one Jitters coffee shop on the way to the park could create. Barbara watched her friend slow down as she approached the bench again.

"I thought we would be running together, girl," Frankie managed to get out between heavy gulps of air.

"I got in a run last night." Barbara felt only slightly guilty. She wasn't lying to her best friend, but it still felt unethical.

"Don't care. I do it. You do it." Frankie's hands rested on her upper thighs, her dreadlocks tied back in a loose bun on the top of her head. "I've got 5 laps left in me. It's only fair you join me."

Barbara put down her coffee and pulled her hair up quickly. She stood up from the bench, bent over to touch her toes, then playfully stretched her arms in front of her chest. Then she took off; Frankie only realizing after Barbara had taken the first bend around the park perimeter.

At her top speed Barbara could outrun most rudimentary criminals, even keep up with Nightwing. She could always outrun any GCPD uniform on their best day. But when running with Frankie, a new activity her roommate insisted they start up once the snow had melted, she stunted herself to a brisk jog. Frankie caught up to her a moment later and the two friends found a pace that pushed Frankie's heartbeat, but relaxed Barbara's mind so she could focus on last night's activities.

She didn't get a chance to check on her auto programming, which ran all night uploading the phone's contents to her computer, before Frankie woke her up with running shoes in hand. Barbara was curious what she would find when she went home. And if she would fill in Grayson when she found answers.

The two had a playful competition of who could set up the most arrests. There was no official tally, although she couldn't be certain Grayson wasn't keeping score at home. And she knew she was losing, but she was also less experienced. He'd been practicing since he was 9; she only started patrolling four years ago. She was good, he was better. Although she would never admit that to his face.

"...party. Tonight." Barbara heard Frankie's voice, but didn't clue in she was speaking to her until she stopped talking.

"Huh?"

Frankie laughed, although it was more a gasping for breath than a hearty laugh. One more lap to go; Frankie was determined to finish her goal. She also didn't think it fair that she was next to death while her friend barely had pink cheeks.

"Earth to Barbara? Did you want to come with me to the party tonight?" Frankie repeated.

Knowing Frankie, Barbara assumed this was either at her girlfriend's apartment uptown, in the neighbourhood that sold $50 chew toys for dogs, or at GSU, the university campus that sprawled over most of downtown Gotham. Either way, Barbara was in. The kid she watched smash his body into a car last night from a very high distance looked about college age. Best case scenario she may be able to get some information on a new drug ring on campus. Worse case, she got a couple free drinks and maybe a cute guy's number.

"Sure," Barbara smiled as her friend threw her hands in the air and jumped up, turning in tiny circles. The run was over. Time for breakfast at the diner across from their apartment. Counterintuitive, but Frankie ignored the logical health consequences for bacon. So much bacon.

When the two girls stumbled up the four flights of stairs an hour later, Frankie dashed for the front door, immediately crashing face first on the couch to the right, hand flopping on the ground still holding her keys. Barbara locked the door behind her, heading straight for the bathroom and turning the shower to run hot water. After two minutes, she stepped in, letting the steam and heat carry away the sweat and dirt from the past twelve hours. She closed her eyes, thinking back to her lone stake-out the night before. Sifting through any images she could remember for clues to who these kids were could help her stay one step ahead of Grayson.

The big guy had a GCU varsity patch on his sweater. Either an active football player, or just a big fan. Hard to tell. The roof runner, on the other hand, didn't have anything quite as obvious. But the two guys had to know each other from somewhere.

Barbara mentally scolded herself, hearing her father's voice in her mind; "An assumption by deduction does not make it true." Just because they were on the same job didn't mean they knew each other personally. Furthermore, it was not evident that both kids went to GSU just because they looked the right age.

Barbara exited the shower, wrapping herself in a large, fluffy towel. She stepped lightly by her passed out roommate to enter her room, closing the door as she started to tussle her damp hair with the towel. She threw on a large, navy GCPD training t-shirt as she sat down at the computer desk. From the corner of her room by the door she heard a slow clearing of a man's throat. She bundled up the damp towel still in her hands and chucked it over her shoulder.

"Grayson, a heads up next time!"

He caught the towel and tossed it on the hamper in her closet. Laughing causally, he walked over to her bed, hands up above his head apologetically.

"Sorry, my bad," he said through a smile. "I figured you would still be sleeping when I came in, but I couldn't find you. So I waited. Albeit maybe not the best place to wait, but let's call lurking in the shadows a hazard of the job." He sat on the edge of her unmade bed, elbows resting on his knees, clearly wanting to see what Barbara had uncovered from the night before.

"I was out with Frankie. She likes company when she runs." Barbara was curious why she felt the need to explain her absence from her bed this morning. Brushing past it, and clearly not acknowledging that Grayson had seen her completely naked not two minutes ago, she turned to the computer and hit a couple keys, opening up three different windows, each one with a different address pinned on a map.

"Is that where their boss is?" Grayson's tone shifted to full business mode.

"I don't know yet. Seeing this for the first time like you." Barbara concentrated on the screens, digging deeper into the routing systems while Grayson leaned back, grabbing a pillow to prop his head up.

He closed his eyes, listening to her fingers dance over the keyboard skillfully. He had only slept a couple hours last night, unable to rest after he got back to the manor. He had gone down to the gym, thinking some after hours training would clear his head. It didn't. All he thought of was Gordon jumping off the roof, her purple cape disappearing from sight. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her for the last time. Although, this morning lent him another image of her he didn't mind replaying. Her soft, pale skin still gleaming from the steam. Muscles toned from years of dance. Her fingers running through her wet, fiery hair. Her neck curved so perfectly that he wanted to rest his lips on her shoulders ever so gently, sending waves of temptation through her body.

"I think I got it," her voice was distant. He quickly opened his eyes and cleared his throat as he sat upright. A little dazed, he focussed on a clothed Barbara. "It's not too far from here. The location the text was sent from last night. And funny enough, I'm headed there tonight. With Frankie."

Grayson looked at the screen to see a pin drop on West 14th St.

"Wait, I was right?" Grayson couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he put two together.

"Yes, it was sent from the frat house. And yes, I'm going to a frat party tonight." Barbara confirmed.

"Greg's a frat boy," Grayson said amused. He looked at Barbra as she rolled her eyes; a common expression she had when he spoke. "And I'm going with you."