Today was the coolest day ever. It was the first full day with Dick back. I had gone home at like, twelve-thirty last night, so I fell asleep like a rock.

Then, I was half asleep, and I heard the sound of our apartment door turning. It woke me up, but it wasn't loud enough to make me wake up completely, just enough to make me wake up with my eyes closed.

First the door closed softly, and then I heard someone carefully tip-toeing into the hallway. It can only be one person.

Dick Grayson.

OK, I'll admit I missed everything about him, except for one thing:

His wake-up calls.

Suddenly, it's all dark outside. I'm peacefully in bed, warm and cozy with the covers up to my chin, half-asleep. Then,

My lights flicker on and off.

So do my eyes. I try to ignore it.

"Yo Barbara! Rise and Shine!" Since I'm like, half asleep, and it was pin-quiet a few seconds before, it sounds ten times louder.

Now he stops flicking the lights and just leaves them on. I spring up on my bed, eyes half open, my red hair all over the place. "Dick!" I say, annoyed, in my weak, sleepy morning voice. I tug at some of my hair, trying to make it look less messy. "Why today?" I mumble under my pillow over my head.

"Because…" I heard him say, based on the way his voice sounded like it was really close, he had walked over and was like 2 inches from my head, "Today's my first day back, and I want to make it special. So you and I are going to have some hang out time today."

I didn't say anything, I was so sleepy, but I did manage to look at my clock. 6:30.

He must have been really impatient, because he started shaking me. "Come on Barbara!" He sounded like a kindergartener begging his older sister to play. Finally, I peeped from under my pillow, and said, "All right, all right!" I sat up again, opening my eyes fully, getting a first glimpse at him. He must have showered already, because he looked wide awake and clean, a lot better than me. I seriously looked like Raggedy Anne.

"Ew, you're definitely not a morning person."

I blushed at that comment, but got up to my mirror and started brushing my hair.

I can't believe he's acting like this. It's like nothing happened that time in his room before Bruce came! First, it's acting all almost-kissy-kissy, and now it's like we're just BFFs. Boys can be such a mystery.

"So." I said once all my hair was pin-straight. "What will we do?" I grabbed my favorite skirt and a T-shirt. "I dunno." He said, watching my every move. "Get some breakfast I guess."

"Fine." I went to the bathroom, not before grabbing my makeup and face-soap. I carefully stepped out in the hallway, quiet as a mouse, so as not to wake dad.

Dick was still following right behind me. I got to the bathroom, stepping inside. He was right by the doorway, so I said, "Do you mind?"

He took a step back, a look that showed he was surprised, but would do as I asked. He has seen my bad side before. But let's not get into that, shall we?

I closed the door, and got to work. First, I cleaned my face, then, I brushed my teeth, finishing it up with changing into my clothes I had picked before, and applying my makeup. After I came out, he said, "Lookn' good, Babs."

I rolled my eyes, wrote a note for dad, and we were off.

We ended up spending the entire day just hanging out. We ate lunch together, went to the mall, just average stuff we normally would. Which was why it was so weird. I mean, I'm on my last teen-age year, and he's a year older than me. This is why it's so strange he's acting like we're 12 again.

It was finally 9:30 when he dropped me off home.

"Thanks Babs. Today was really fun." Then he waved, and left me standing in the doorway.

Just like that!

I guess I shouldn't have expected more of a good-bye.

I mean, it wasn't a date.

Was it?

Next up: Dear Robin