BB: New Batgirl 2

Liam's POV:

I watched as Rory devoured a slice of quadruple layer chocolate cake in a handful of bites. And it still didn't make her look any less gorgeous.

I mentally hung myself. Who was I kidding? I'd probably still be hooked on her if she grew a moustache and her hair fell out. Yeah, she was that undeniably hot. And so off limits…

Why, do you ask, is the gorgeous, green-eyed redheaded chocolate lover sitting across from me so off limits? I'll tell you why; because, as of ten weeks ago, she became a member of the Bat family. And I've learned from the archives of the past Robins that you never date the Batgirl. It ends, and you still feel the pain.

Besides, I knew her type. I saw her ogle at half the Ultimate Soccer team when the jogged by on the field. I saw her kissing Joey "I've-Got-Muscles-On-My-Muscles" Steins, the football star. And I know she'd sooner date her nerdy friend Archer what's-his-name that go out with me. As a kid—a stupid, know it all kid who'd thought girls were The Enemy/Evil Incarnate—I'd taunted her until she punched me out at her ballet recital. I spent the whole night with a bag of ice on my eye and scowl on my face. And she never let me live it down.

But even as I stared into her eyes as she ate like a starving twip, I felt inexplicably drawn to her.

She noticed I was staring and stopped. She glared and me. I shot her my best you'll-never-know-what's-going-on-in-my-head smile. And she burped in my face. Psych! She simply creamed me with the leftover icing on her plate and said, "Grow up, Willie."

Rory's POV:

Okay, so I'd just pile-driven about six ounces of glorious chocolate into the face of my high-school crush. Lovely…

And then I'd called him by his childhood nickname, "Willie." Amazing…

And then I'd stalked off. Just stupendous…

Maybe if you try hard enough, he'll ignore you forever and you'll pine over him like your mom does for your dad. Yeah, things are not looking good in Rory-Land. I was totally going to have to make up an excuse in an hour when he'd finished showering that chocolate out of his jet-black hair. His silky, thick black hair…

Focus, Gibson! You need a good excuse for this one. You know Liam hates chocolate. He told you on Valentine's Day, in sixth grade, before you could even give him the homemade chocolates. "I don't like chocolate," he'd declared, shattering my little heart. So I'd faked it and said, "They're not for you they're for Jimmy." And I'd spent the rest of recess hanging out with self-centered Jimmy Callahan, as he talked on about how handsome he was.

As I strode to the Bat-cave hanger, I tapped the button on my shiny obsidian wrist bracelet. Instantly, little nanites spread from the small distributers and the edges covering me in tiny bio-organic computers that linked to form my suit. Okay, I was totally shway-liciously more high tech than Batman and Robin in this aspect, but I'd created them from McGinnis-Wayne-Powers tech, so yeah… Drawback flaw: It dissolved when blasted with the Wayne CEO's vibranium disabler.

Still, I could flow using antigravity pulsations from my boots and I was safe in radiation, space and about 5,987 leagues under the sea—still working on the other 4,013 leagues…

Soon as I was suited, I did what any girl in a high-tech battle suit capable of about seven thousand (and counting) tricks would do. I twirled around like a pretty princess. And let my nanites start the antigravity. Soon, I was air-walking; fun!

"And what did I just walk into…" Dana smirked, appearing in all her supermodel glory.

"Aunt Dana!" I landed. "Hi, I was just…"

"Yeah, I know. Is there a reason my son is covered in chocolate?"

I racked my head. "A one-sided food fight."

She raised one perfectly shaped brow. "Really? That's this week's excuse?"

I nodded. "It's my story and I'm sticking with it."

She shrugged. She even made that look ladylike. Man, did I mention how unladylike I am? I may have taken gymnastics, ballet, judo, choir, fencing, swordplay and tea ceremony, but I had nothing on Dana's natural exotic grace. The very same trait she passed to Liam, who could still look tempting with a face full of chocolate icing. Mmmm….

"Well… I'm going on patrol!" I suddenly decided. I definitely needed air time; alone.

I land on the roof from last night, and glare at the KOBRA building. Not very mature, but I'd icing-d my crush because he looked at me funny. I wasn't going for mature; I was going full-on kid-with-a-chip-on-her-shoulder.

Twenty minutes into the stakeout, I was ready to crash on my bed back at my house. I was still five hours short of two days of standard rest. Just as I was going to voice active autopilot, all hell broke loose from KOBRA.

Guys in green tight-fitting suits were pouring from the compound like it was on fire. Or an experimental had gotten loose. Either way, the Batgirl in me screamed at me to check it out. So I did.

Turning on cloaking mode, a standard with Bat-suits, I soundlessly hovered toward the commotion in time to see a little boy in a green hooded sweatshirt running toward the closing gates.

He couldn't be older than eight, with jet black hair and a cute face that made you want to cuddle him. The green KOBRA gremlins made a few grabs for him and failed. Some had stun-lasers, and others had the heavy artillery. Whoever the kid was, he was important and he was needed alive. That's all I needed.

Still in cloak mode, I swooped low and jerked the kid into my arms and over the boundaries. He cried out until he noticed he was safe about a mile in the air.

"Thanks, um…" He struggled for a name.

I smiled. "Please, call me Batgirl."

He beamed and I felt all my troubles drift away as I took the kid far away from the KOBRA base.

AnimeKitty: Nyah! I've been inspired! I'm typing up a new Funny Love High (FLH) chapter. Isn't that exciting. Soon you will know the secret of the blue hankerchief.