The Diary

A.N.: This one was suggested by Hyper-blossom Z, thanks for the suggestion and keep them coming! In case you couldn't tell, I couldn't come up with anything creative to call this chapter but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.

Nightwing walked into his house and slammed the door. After what Bart did with those pictures, he needed to vent. Batman was off-world; Tim would probably laugh his head off at the thought of his brother sleeping with a stuffed elephant, so he did the next best thing.

He opened the folder on his computer and wrote in his journal. Yes, it was a journal, not a diary, thank you very much.

Dear journal,

What happened today, you would not believe. It was a disaster, heavyon the dis…

Once Dick felt like he was thoroughly vented, he left his computer, unconsciously leaving his file open, and retreated to the living room to wind down and watch some TV.

After about 45 minutes of this, a knock came to the door. He got up and opened it, revealing a lovely female redhead.

"Hey," began Barbara. "Can I use your computer for something? Mine's not working."

"Sure," Nightwing replied, opening the door wider to let her in. "Computer's in my bedroom." As Batgirl migrated to his bedroom, Dick flopped back down onto the couch to continue his show.

Once Babs had typed in the password that Dick had given to her, she found herself smirking at the document that had been left on it. With as long as she and Dick had known each other, she had never thought of him keeping a diary! She just had to use this. She pulled out her flash drive and saved the entire folder to it. She sent the Email that she needed to send and left the document open, in case he had meant to leave it open. After that she said goodbye to Dick and left.

20 minutes after Barbara left, Dick decided to get back to his computer to get some work done. The second he turned his computer on, his entire frame deflated. Only then did he realize that his journal entry was still open and that Barbara had probably seen it. Why was he so worried that his best friend had seen his journal, you ask?

Because, knowing her, the entire team knew by now. That and he had written down some pretty private stuff. Crushes, good moments, bad ones, his secret identity; all within the team's grasp. He had to get it back.

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Once Nightwing had suited up and teleported to the mountain, he sought out his prey.

"Batgirl, can I have a word with you in private, please?" he asked, singling out the red detective among the gossiping group of girls.

"You saw my journal, didn't you?" he spat as soon as they were out of earshot.

"Your diary?"

"Journal." He stressed the syllables this time. Barbara smirked at his behavior.

"Did you tell the team about it?"

"Not yet, I didn't," She replied. Nightwing squinted dangerously at her.

"I assume that it will be used as blackmail, then?"

"You bet your bluebird, I will."

"You better not. There's some really private stuff in there, my secret identity. If this gets into the wrong hands…" he trailed off.

"I know. I'll keep it at home."

"Thank you."

"I never said that I wouldn't use it as blackmail, I'm just keeping the flash drive at home."

"Of course you are." With that, Batgirl and Nightwing left, the former going back to her friend and the other going to his room.

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