Title: Paparazzi
By: Xmarksthespot
Disclaimer: I don't own YJ & I don't own this plot. The plot is originally from GraysonsGirl and her Teen Titan's story "Drive By Media". I have asked for permission to use the plot for my own Young Justice story.
Words: 1,600+
Notes: Oh gosh, you guys are amazing! I loved each and every one of your reviews and we passed 100 reviews! Wow! I hope you guys continue to support me! :)

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Nightwing laughed. At least the team wasn't fighting over it…hopefully.

Both Nightwing and Batgirl made their way towards the living room where the rest of the team were found sprawled all over the couches and floor, staring at the television screen in a daze; they hadn't even noticed their teammates' arrival until Nightwing cleared his throat. Everyone jumped in surprise and turned their heads.

With crossed arms, and feigning a look of disappointment, Nightwing shook his head. "Alright guys, time for training."

"But they're in the middle of –"

"I'm sure there will be reruns of," Nightwing paused, looking up at the screen, "The Daily Life of Richard Grayson later on… Let's go! You've been slacking off a lot lately while I've been away, and I don't want to have to explain to the League why half of you all are in the hospital when they come back."


Much to Nightwing's disappointment, several of the team members had forgotten what they had learned during their last training session due to the large break in between this and their previous one. It wasn't until after Wonder Girl had taken down Batgirl whilst tripping herself that he stopped the sparring match, and paired them all up. He recognized that the scandal was taking a bigger toll on them than he thought. Especially Batgirl, he noted.

He would hate to think that the culprit started the scandal with the sole reason of tiring him and Barbara out – even the thought of them doing it just to distract the team was a bit of a stretch. But he also knew that he didn't want Batman to have to come back and help take care of things; Nightwing was confident enough in his own abilities, as well as Batgirl's, Robin's, and the help of their two bodyguards – things should be over by the time the League came back from their mission.

I hope, he gulped, and then said out loud, "Okay, everyone. Take a ten minute break. We're going to be working on your manoeuvers after this."

There was a collection of groans, and Nightwing shook his head in amusement. He recalled being quite excited when he was Robin, back when the original team was going to come up with a list of shortcuts to help strategize their attacks, but these few were different compared to the original team.

As everyone sat down to take a breather, or left the room to freshen up, Nightwing marched towards Robin.

"How's your research going?"

Robin gave Nightwing a look. "Which version do you want?"

Nightwing grinned. "Basic summary is good enough for now," he replied, knowing that the kid probably had enough information to fill an encyclopedia.

"I looked up the intern, David Fields, again. Still the same information as we got last time – intern, faxes whatever his bosses want, gets them coffee, etcetera," Robin explained, refusing to make eye contact with his teammates standing on the other side of the room – all of whom were staring back at him and Nightwing curiously. "Then I went further and looked up all of his bosses, and all of the employees who outrank him at the post office that could've gotten him to fax the letter. There were three with previous criminal offenses, two who have worked for W.I. at one time or another, and four others who've worked with rivals of W.I."

The older hero nodded, reminding himself to check out Wayne Industries' (W.I.) files later on when he went to work. He groaned at the thought.

"Something wrong, Nightwing?" Batgirl asked as she approached from behind.

He shook his head. "Just remembered I have a meeting to get to in a few hours." Turning around, he addressed to the rest of the team, "Alright, guys. Back to training!"


"Put on your tie, Dick."

"Yeah, yeah," he sighed, "You're not Alfred, Babs." He circled the lengthy material around his neck, twisting it into those familiar knots that Bruce – who failed – and Alfred – who succeeded in a matter of seconds – had taught him a number of years ago.

"Remember to watch your tongue in those meetings."

"You know you're not Bruce either."

She punched him lightly in the shoulder, receiving a laugh from the man. "Am I myself now?" She asked and smirked when he nodded.

Barbara wished her best friend luck before he got out of the car, swimming through the sea of paparazzi that circled around Wayne Industries. She let out a breath of relief the moment he entered the doors, and turned to face forward as Alfred drove her towards her own home.

Similarly, though with a small crowd, photographers were found camping just outside the front steps of her house. Although feeling a bit foreign without Dick's arm draped around her shoulders and his guidance into the house, Barbara finally made it into her home, promptly shutting the door with a loud bang.

The house was silent, and it wasn't until she had entered her kitchen that she was welcomed with a note on the table from her father.

Barb,

There are gifts for you from all the entertainment companies and friends from school.

Remember you're going to have to return these once the truth comes out, so don't give into temptation.

Love, dad.

P.S. If you do give into it, be careful, or wait until I get home.

Looking to the side, her mouth fell open instantly at the sight of the plethora of prettily wrapped boxes, all building up in her living room and climbing along the couches.

In her peripheral, one distinct box captured her eye quicker than Dick could say "to the Batcave!" It was an Augusta Jones box, a designer she adored just as much as Vera Wang or Pnina Tornai; the sight left Barbara speechless. However, the moment she caught her arm reaching out for its laced ribbons, she withdrew it back and shut her eyes.

I'm going to have to return this…I can't have it ruined, she thought before pushing herself towards her bedroom.

Since she had a few hours before she had to go to the library for her part time job, Barbara found herself opening a drawer and pulling out an old scrapbook – pieces of tissue paper and strands of ribbons peaked from the heavily bound book.

The last time she had really looked at the book, she was still in the tenth grade, just before becoming Batgirl. Still, there were many things from the book that were considered in fashion and would make sense to be used now. She smiled to herself as she flipped through the pages, shaking her head every once in a while at how ridiculous she and her friends back then wanted their weddings to be like. Most of the cut out pictures of wedding dresses were out of date by now, though towards the end of the book, there were more modern photos in which she and her high school friend, Bette, had added to the collection.

There were two pages set on rings, and at the sight of the wedding rings she found online, with the infinity symbol engraved on the inside, Barbara frowned.

Suddenly, a thought came to mind. The redhead haphazardly started to flip through the scrapbook, thanking herself that she was as organized back then as she was now. Subjects were organized based on wedding themes and alphabetized categories. Finally, she landed on the most recent photo of a wedding dress: sweetheart neckline, A-line gown with an asymmetric waist. An Augusta Jones dress.

With widened eyes, Barbara jumped from her seat and headed straight to her living room, scrapbook still in hand.

Quickly, she spotted the box, eye trailing along the intricate detailing of the ribbon of box itself, before slowly and hesitantly pulling them apart. When she opened the large box, her eyes sparkled at the sight.

It was the same dress.

Barbara dashed for the Batcave.


"You really outdid yourself there, Babs," Dick said, a few hours after he had come back from Wayne Industries, with a raised brow at the sight of Barbara's scrapbook. He couldn't help but stare just at how big the book was and how much detail his best friend had put in.

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Would you focus? I'm telling you, everything that the culprit is doing is based off of this book –the rings, the cake samples… I even got a wedding dress in the mail that was the exact same one as the one in here! "She said as Dick flipped through the book.

"Like this dress?" He asked, showing her an old dress with ruffled sleeves and incredibly long train, clearly photographed decades ago. "Gee, Babs, are you sure you don't want Bruce to hire you a wedding planner when you do get married in the future?"

Barbara sighed in annoyance. "Instead of making jokes, shouldn't you be, I don't know…checking for fingerprints? I have work in two hours and I'd like to know the results to keep me at peace."

Dick, with an amused grin still plastered on his face, nodded. "Right, I'll get to that," he said, but then added, "Say, how many months do you think it'll take if I read this from start to finish – ow! Hey, okay, I'll start with the DNA scan! Sheesh!"


A/N: For pictures of the wedding dress, Google image: Augusta Jones sweetheart a-line gown in silk and it's the first or second image (it keeps switching on me; it's the model who's slightly crouching).

And I thought this quote was fitting:

"This baby has got everything. Take, you know, locations, for instance. First, organized alphabetically; then geographically; then by square footage." –Monica Geller on her own wedding book (F.R.I.E.N.D.S.)

Also, because I think this is helpful for those who haven't read the past few chapters in a while, I will summarize all the clues at the end of each chapter:

First, someone managed to sneak into Dick's room back at the manor, steal his mother's engagement ring and send it to Barbara, meaning they know those two's identities. Next, it was faxed to Mount Justice, so they know about the team and their whereabouts. We have a copy boy, David Fields, working for some people who are related to Wayne Industries, and some who are rivals of Wayne Industries. It was 'Dick' (or someone who sounds like him) who called the jeweller's, and it was a woman with no distinguishable accent who called the Reverend at church. There's a possibility that the person is doing this to distract the team. The person knows all of Barbara's wants in a wedding because they had access to her wedding book.

Also, the invite list so far is: Lex Luthor, Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance. Not on the invite list is Selina Kyle/Catwoman, Batman's possible ex or possible current girlfriend. Unknown for now are: Wally, Artemis, the team.

Many of you guessed who's behind this last chapter, but another question is: why would they do it?