Hey ya'll! Alright, I am NEVER on time for posting my stories! So, I set an official deadline! Yay! Every Friday baby! So, you'll notice I'm giving my chapters names, and I thought they deserved them. So… yeah! You! Yeah, you! Go and check out TheNextBatgirl's story 'Fighter' It is SOOO amazing! And go read bububblegum's stories! They're awesome! Well, here's chapter four of Our Dark Nights.

Chapter Four: Batgirl

Out of the Loop

Run, run, run, run! I was running home as fast as my legs could carry me. Which wasn't very fast, considering it hurt my chest and my back felt like some bitch kicked my out of the air. Oh wait, she did. At least I had taken down Poison Ivy, and she had taken a lot more damage than I had. Stupid bitch!

I was about home, and then I saw a police car coming my way. I threw myself behind a garbage can. And that really hurt.

Ow, fuck, ass, bitch, shit, damn, ow, shit, ass, whore, fuck! I screamed in my mind, the pain was pretty intense.

I peered out from my cover, and saw the fat Harvey Bullock. Ew. I had encountered him many different times, like when I joined my dad with for lunch, and no doubt, he was there. I had been grossed out by his eating habits every time. If Harvey had left by now, my dad would close behind. Maybe Batman was stalling him, buying me some time. Or maybe there was a buy one get one free sale at the donut shop, and Bullock had heard about it. Both were likely…

Sprinting as fast as I could, I was beginning to see my house! The brown walls with black frames stood out to me, it was easy to spot your house after living in it for sixteen years, you know? I ran past the front entrance to my house, and ducked behind the rose bushes to change.

I pulled off my mask, sending my brown hair into waterfall on my back. I took off my gloves, belt, my thigh high black boots, and my cape. I turned my purple shirt (with a little skirt at the bottom) inside out, so the yellow bat symbol was hidden from sight. I wrapped my mask, boots, gloves, and my belt up in my cape, so it looked like I was carrying a black bag. I then walked back to the front entrance to our house, grabbed the key from under the mat, and walked inside. As soon as I shut the door, I heard the sound of police sirens nearing my house.

Perfect timing, Barbara.

I knew it was my dad, because he always rode around with his police lights on. He's weird like that…

Sprinting up the stairs as fast as I could, I made it up to my bedroom on the third floor just as I heard the front door open.

I threw my makeshift duffle bag, with my costume in it, into my closet and silently closed the door. I went to jump into bed, but then realized I still had my Batgirl shirt and pants on. I could hear my dad's footsteps getting close.

Crap!

I silently sprinted back to my closet, changed like a motherfucker into and white top and orange sweat pants, and threw myself onto my bed, just as my dad walked in.

Phew!

"Hi, Barbara. I'm home, are you awake sweetie?" He asked, and I fake stirred.

"Mmm, Dad, is that you?" I said, as sleepily as I could.

"Yeah, honey, it's me. I'm sorry I got home so late. Police work to do. Were you alright by yourself?" He said, sitting down on my bed. I sat up, still trying to look groggy.

"It's alright. Yeah, I was fine by myself." I said, rubbing pretend sleep out of my eye.

"Did you make yourself dinner? Did you eat enough vegetables?" He said, beginning to get annoying.

"I did." I lied. "And yeah, I think I've had enough vegetation for one day," I said, thinking back to my events with Poison Ivy.

"Ok honey. You need to get back to sleep, It's almost three in the morning," he said, and tucked me into bed, "Good night. I'm glad you're so responsible, and that I can count on you to take care of yourself." He said, turned out the lights, and left my room.

You have no idea… I thought, and quickly let sleep take me (and my throbbing back) away.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Ah, the joy that is my alarm clock.

I looked at the annoying hunk of plastic, and saw that is said 6:30 a.m. Shit! Shit, shit, shit! No, I had school today!

"Come on, Babs, get up." I told myself, and tried to get up, but my body just wouldn't let me. So, I just rolled off my bed, and landed with a thud on the floor.

"Ow…" That was not very pleasant for my back. Now, time to get ready for school.

Once I finished army crawling to my bathroom, which was connected to my room, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. A heavy bruise had formed around my eye, my lip was cut, I had scrapes all along my neck to my chest, and my back looked bloody, purple painting.

Pretty…

I took off my clothes and turned on my shower. While I waited for the water to heat up, I went over to my walk-in closet and picked out clothes for today. I picked out a red shirt that had, 'Danger! Approach at your own risk' written across the front, and a pair of white skinny jeans that wear surprisingly flexible. I grabbed a pair of red boots from my closet, and threw the shirt, jeans, and shoes onto my bed, and went to my shower. The hot water hurt like a bitch, but after about five minutes of wincing, cringing, and silent screaming, the water felt spectacular. After I was finished, I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped myself up in a towel.

I went into my armoire and grabbed a bra and underwear, and put them on. I put on the shirt and the jeans, and then slid the boots on over the jeans. I tied my hair up with a red ribbon.

Now for this stupid black eye.

Taking out my makeup bag, I took out my blush and began to cover up my black eye. It's a good thing my dad didn't have his glasses on; he couldn't see all my injuries without them on. Now that my injuries were taken care of, I had to drag myself to school.

Jogging down the three flights of polished hardwood black stairs, which matched the rest of our floor (except for the carpet and bathrooms) I saw that dad was making us breakfast. Just then I realized I hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunch. Bless his heart.

"Hi Dad. Breakfast smells yummy!" I said, and he chuckled.

"Good. I'm making eggs, bacon, and pancakes. What would you like to drink?" He asked.

"O.J. please." I replied. I took a seat down at our kitchen table, and pain shot up my back. I accidently let out a little cry.

"What's wrong Barbara?" Dad asked seriously. Shit.

Oh, I, um… I think I really hurt my back in gymnastics…yesterday," I said, completely pulling that out of my ass.

"Oh, is it muscle pain, or outside pain? Here, let me see." He said, taking a step toward me. Fuck.

"Um, it's, it's muscle pain, you can't really see it. I'll be fine. Don't worry about." I said, hoping I was convincing enough.

"Alright Barb. But if continues, I want you to tell me about it, ok?" He said over protectively.

"Alright Dad." I said, and let out a HUGE, exasperated sigh. I then gave him an evil smirk.

He did his impression of me, letting out a HUGER sigh and putting his hands on his hips.

"I don't do that!" I said indignantly.

"Sure you do. Oh, we're gonna be late! Here, grab the food and wrap it up in a napkin. You can eat it on the way!" He said hurriedly.

"A'ite Commissioner." I said, and grabbed up the food, and we left the house, closing the black door behind us.

Hopping into his car, I buckled my seatbelt first thing! Or else my Dad would go into a five-hour lecture about every kid in America who had died in a car accident, and they would've lived if they were wearing a seat belt. Seriously, he did that once. I turned on the radio, and Lady Gaga was on. My dad hates! Lady Gaga, he said she was "a waste of life that encouraged sex, drinking, smoking, and abusing your body with horrific tattoos." Well, she kind of did, but I said I liked her music, not that she was a role model.

Once we arrived at school, I bid my Dad goodbye, but he called me back to the car.

"Barb, I almost forgot. Would you like to come to Bruce Wayne's house tonight for dinner? I'm sure he won't mind if I bring you along." He said. Well, this could be a very fun night.

"Sure I'll come. And he won't mind, he loves me!" I said.

"Sign of his questionable taste if you ask me." he said, and winked.

"No one did." I said, smiled, and walked up to the doors.

Getting dropped off at school in a cop car got me a lot of attention; some wanted, some unwanted. The wanted attention came from my two best friends, Hannah and Sophie.

"Hey Barbara!" They said, and ran up to me. God I love them.

"Hey guys. I'm already ready for this day to be over. Thank God it's Friday!" I said. They smiled.

"Barb, why didn't you answer your phone last night? We met up at the mall, and we texted you a gazillion times. And, worst of all, you didn't answer! I think someone better have an explanation!" Hannah said, putting her finger on my nose. Yay, I have to lie. Again…

"Sorry guys, I got caught up in homework." I said, then reality hit me. Fuck! I never did last nights homework! Crap! I'd have to do it in homeroom.

"Hmm. Are you sure you didn't have a hot date?" Sophie asked, elbowing me.

"No, I did not have a hot date. Just stupid homework." That I need to do…

"Fine, so what are you do-" Hannah went to ask, but was cut off by my least favorite person at Gotham High. Piper McCann. I hate that bitch soooo motherfucking much.

"Hello Barbara. I see you're dressed like an idiot today!" She said, smirking at me. Piper was the kind of girl that dumped so much makeup on she gained a couple pounds, she also dressed in shirts that showed all of her stomach, and she had had sex twenty thousand times, she's just a little slut. She's been bothering me ever since I started high school, and I just hate her.

"I'm dressed like an idiot? Hey, angel face, next time, buy a whole shirt." I say, gaining laughs from about everyone outside. Hannah and Sophie cracked up laughing.

I smirked, and shouldered past her, into the school. She was definitely going to be pissed, but I don't care.

"Barb, that was hilarious!" Sophie said, followed by Hannah, both laughing.

"Thanks. Well, I got to go, I don't want to be late for class." I said, smiled at them.

After I gathered my books from my locker, I head to my first period class. I quickly finished my math and English homework. The day passed slowly, and during gym, we had the push up and pull up test.

I grabbed my gym clothes, and when I shut my locker, Sophie and Hannah were standing next to me.

"Hey guys. Today's the fitness tests." I said as we walked to the gym.

"Ugh, I know! I'm totally tired from all the shopping we did yesterday!" Sophie said indignantly.

Huh, you went shopping, I fought plants twenty times my size. Seems like a fair tie.

"I'm not to worried. But I am still-" I went to say, but someone shouldered me, making me stumble. Of course, it was Piper. She had pushed past me and was now walking with here clique, and other people that aren't idiots were giving her that what is your problem? Look.

"Whoops, sorry Barbara!" She turned around and said.

"It's okay Piper, it's not your fault you take up the entire hallway." I said, smirking. Once again, everyone but here and her stupid clique either laughed or smiled. She gave me an evil look and walked into the gym.

"Man, I hate that bitch. I just want to take her by her stupid blonde ponytail and swing her round and round and round!" I said, grinding my teeth. Hannah and Sophie began to laugh even harder than that.

"I know Babs, I hate her too. Come on, we don't want to be late." Hannah said, and the three of us hurried off to class.

Once we got into the gym, we immediately went into the changing room. I quickly took off my clothes and threw them in a locker. I put my gym shorts on, and then my gym shirt, but that little bitch bag, A.K.A Piper, saw all the cuts on my back.

"Aw, looks like Barbara's hurt. That's okay, I know you'll still do great on the tests!" She said, and patted all the cuts on my lower back very hard, sending searing pain up my back.

"OW! You little bitch!" I said, grabbed her hand, and threw her at the wall. She had time to put her hands in front of her face before she hit the wall. Before she could say anything, I stormed out of the room. Once I got out there, the tests were already taking place, so I hurried in.

I ended up getting twenty-five pushups and twelve pull-ups. I was the only girl that did pull ups, everyone else did flexed arm hang. Batgirl!

"Babs! How did you do all the pull ups? That was amazing!" Sophie said, once we were all outside in the parking lot. School had been easy the rest of the day, and not a single word from Piper.

"Um, gymnastics?" I said hastily. I love Sophie and Hannah, but no one could ever know my secret. Except Bruce. Bruce! I have dinner with them! Good thing I brought my costume, in case Bruce has "special" plans for tonight…

"Hey, guys, I'm not going to be able to hang out tonight. I'm having dinner with Bruce." I said to Hannah and Sophie.

"Oh crap! But man, you're so lucky! Eating with Bruce Wayne! Him and your dad are friends because your dad was the police officer that took care of him and like interviewed him, right?" Sophie asked.

"Yeah, well more like my dad just gave him the police speeches about how to get over a loved one that you had lost, only it was different. Bruce was a seven year old who had lost his last living blood family members. He had his butler, his butler's more than just a butler, he's like a father, but my dad had never seen anything so sad, so he dad extra stuff. Like checking in on Bruce all the time, and after a while they became friends." I said.

"Oh, well that's so sad. That was so good of your dad. Your dad rocks!" Hannah said.

"He does, doesn't he?" Sophie said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, now Bruce seems to have a bit of a dark side, doesn't he?" Hannah asked curiously.

"You could say that…" I said uneasily, but was silently laughing inside.

"Oh, so that's why you get to have lunch with Bruce Wayne, your daddy's friends with him! I knew it had to be that, because you're way to fat, ugly, and skanky to be wanted by him!" I heard Piper say behind me.

"Well there you are Piper! You haven't poked your head out of your hole all day, you ugly little ground hog! What's wrong, did you catch a glimpse of your shadow and see how fat you are?" I said, and Hannah, Sophie, and everyone else out side, besides her retarded little clique, burst out with laughter.

"The only fat, skanky shadow I see her is yours. In fact, I bet you were so ugly, that's what killed your mom! Oh wait, I forgot! She was shot to death, wasn't she? Can you tell me who did the deed? I want to send them flowers!" She said, and I motherfucking lost it. No one ever had ever gone that low before. Hannah and Sophie went to move, whether to get a teacher or to attack Piper, the world will never know. Because I that moment, I lunged at Piper.

Using all of the strength I had gotten from gymnastics and kicking butt as Batgirl, I punched her as hard as I could in the nose. I felt a little crunch, and I instantly knew it was broken. She fell to the ground, crying in agony. But no one moved to help her. It was probably a combination of fear of me and hate of Piper.

"Joker. My parents split up when I was young, and my dad had arrested Joker and got him locked up in Arkham Asylum. So he broke out, tracked down my mother, shot her to death, and carved a smile on her face with a knife. That's what happened to my mom. And for you to sink that low, well, I hope you know you had that coming. By the way, it'll take more than another nose job to fix that." I said coldly, turned on my heel, and left, walking home. But as I left, people actually started clapping. Ah well, the little bitch deserved it.

I got home before dad did, thankfully. I was still mad, and I didn't want him to know what happened. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw a note taped to the stove.

Barb, I'll be home at around 4:10. Make sure you're ready by then. Love you,

Daddy.

Well, that gave me a grand total of, wow, a whole ten minutes. I hurriedly sprinted up the three flights of stairs to my bedroom. Once I got up there, I tore off my clothes and socks, tripping as took my shoes off. Crap, crap, crap. Grabbing the bed frame of my bed, I pulled myself off the floor.

I hastily closed the curtains of my window once I realized I was only in undergarments. Sprinting to my bathroom, I scrubbed all the regular make-up off my face, so I could replace it with some classier make-up. Ew, I think I might be turning into a girl! Aw well, it was only a matter of time… Sprinting back into my bedroom, I ran into my walk-in closet. I looked through the few dresses that I owned. I found one that was perfect! It was a silver dress that had a black rose on the front, and had black ruffles down the front. The black eye make-up I had on would go great with it.

After I threw that on, I threw on black high heels. I took my Batgirl costume out of my armoire and stuffed it into my black bag. Checking my appearance in my floor length mirror, it was official: I am gorgeous!

Honk! Honk! I'm guessing that was my dad. Great communication skills dad! I went to run down the stairs, and then took it down a notch. Barbara, you are not skilled in high heels! Fast walking down the stairs, I arrived at the hallway to the front door. I dashed out the door, not bothering to lock it. Dad was waiting in his car, talking on the cop radio.

"Hey Dad!" I called, walking over to the car.

"Renee, hold on. Hey Barbara, dinners off. Bruce said he had important business to do."

Important business? Huh, looks like Batman just kicked me out of the loop. Again.

"Barbara, I'm really sorry, you're all dressed up. Here, this is twenty, forty, sixty dollars. Go buy yourself dinner somewhere. I'd come with you, but I've got police work to do with the Batman." He said, handing me the money. He went to drive off, but then stopped.

"Barb, by the way, I've got word there's some big crime going on in by Castleton, so stay away from there, okay?" He said seriously.

Wow, could you make it any easier for me?

"Okay, I won't. I love you, be safe." I said.

"You too." He said, smiled, and drove off.

I turned around and ran back inside. I was absolutely furious at Bruce. I was there before Robin was! Well, before the current Robin, not Dick. But he's gone now, and I don't care! But I do care about Bruce being a total idiot! Hmm, he didn't want me to show up tonight. So, do the opposite! I tore my shoes off and ran up the stairs. Tearing off my dress, I began to change into my Batgirl costume. I threw on my purple pants, then my purple shirt with the skirt. Pulling my boots on hurriedly, I then put on my gloves. Finally, I put on my mask, and pulled my hair threw the slit in the back.

I grabbed three batarangs and put them in my belt, followed my grappling hook. I opened my window, I jumped into the night, my cape billowing behind me.

Well, REVIEW! Tell me your feelings, let it out, go with the flow! How about Piper, huh, huh? She's a bitch if I've ever seen one! Next chapter will be up next Friday guys!