A/N: Sorry for the long wait. This one is for SonYukiGoku'sSister. Hope you like it!
P.S. What do y'all think of BirdFlash?
The first thing Robin noticed when he woke up were the five familiar faces looming over him. The second thing that Robin noticed was that he hurt, everywhere.
"Did anyone get the liscense plate of the truck that ran me over?" Robin joked. Wait, had his voice always been that high?
"Dude, really?" Wally asked.
"What?" Dick asked.
"You're a freaking⎯" Wally was interrupted by a sharp jab to his ribs courtesy of Artemis. "Hey!"
"Way to break it to him lightly!" said Artemis.
Wally scoffed. "You mean her?"
"Her? What the heck are you talking about? And why is my voice so high?" Dick asked.
Superboy wordlessly thrust a mirror into his face.
Oh.
It wasn't his face that stared back at him, or rather, it was her face that stared back at him. That couldn't be him! He didn't have long hair or long eyelashes or that small of a nose or that full of lips or such rosy cheeks or...what was on his chest!
"What the he⎯" Dick was cut off.
"Just calm down, okay dude," said Wally.
"How can I calm down? I'm a girl!" said Dick. "How did this happen?"
Aqualad took a step forward. "It was Wotan."
"I let Wotan turn me into this?"
Megan put a hand on Robin's shoulder. "It wasn't your fault. We were all off our game."
There was silence for a moment.
Then, "Oh my god. What will Batman think!" Robin said. The rest of the team shared glances.
"He is on his way now." said Megan.
"What!" said Robin.
"Please calm down. It's not that bad." Megan said. "Anyway, he should be the first one to know when something bad happens to you."
"It's not all bad," added Wally. "You make a pretty fine girl, if I do say so myself. Just look at that⎯"
"I wouldn't finish that if I were you," said a cold, deep voice from behind them. The team turned around to find The Batman staring back at them, specifically Wally, with narrowed eyes.
"I, er, I didn't mean anything by, you know," Wally stuttered.
"I know exactly what you meant." Batman growled.
"KF," whispered Robin, warningly. To Batman he said, "it's fine, really."
Batman stalked towards the group, eyes still solely trained on Wally. "You're coming back to the cave, now."
Robin spared the team a quick, somewhat sympathetic, glance before swinging his legs off and over the edge of the medbay cot. He slowly made his way over to the caped crusader, only too aware of the eyes on his back. When he reached Batman, the man covered him with his cape with a flick of his wrist. Robin let...herself...be guided by the darkness, just following the leader until they had gone through the Zeta tube and arrived at the cave.
"Hey, you're back!" said Jason.
Robin stepped out from under Batman's cape. "Hey Jay."
Jason's eyes widened. "Holy crap! Who is this? Why would you let her into the cave?"
"Jason. It's me, Dick."
"Yeah, I'm so not buying that."
"It's true, I had a run-in with Wotan" said Dick.
Jason looked to Batman for confirmation. After getting a small nod, he laughed. "Wow, bud. You never can get a break can you. Aw man! Just wait till I tell Steph!"
"No!" said Dick. "I don't want anyone to know who doesn't have to. It's embarrassing enough as it it. Please, Jay." Dick's eyes started to water. Wait, why was he crying?
Jason's face softened. "Hey, don't cry, Dickie-bird. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to." He took a step forward and enveloped Dick in his arms. "And it's not all bad. I mean, you are completely adorable like this."
"Yeah," said Dick. "Wally seems to agree with you. I now have a newfound empathy for all the girls he hits on."
Jason's grip tightened. "What?"
By the next morning, all of the boys living in Wayne Manor had been told what had happened. It was slightly awkward as all of the boys sat around the dining room table, waiting for Dick to come down. Jay and Bruce had been the only ones to see him as a girl, and everyone was anxious to see what she would look like.
Only a few minutes later, Dick walked into the room. She was still wearing her pajamas, mostly because none of her pants seemed to fit her quite right.
As Dick arrived at the breakfast table, Tim instinctively got up to pull out her chair. Dick blushed, but sat down nonetheless.
"Good morning," said Dick quietly. She recieved a chorus of good mornings in response.
"Okay, I'm just gonna start off by saying that I cannot call you 'Dick' when you're a girl. From here on out, you're Ricky." said Jason.
"Ricky?" said Tim. "That's a horrible name. I say we call her Dinah."
Damien spoke up. "Already taken, you dweeb."
"Neither of those are options." said Bruce.
"Oh thank god," said Dick.
"I already informed the school that my colleague's daughter, Emily Semple, would be visiting while she was out on business in Japan. If anyone asks that's your story."
Dick nodded. "So I'm going to school. Do you think I could, er, get some clothes before we go?"
Alfred, who had just come in from the kitchen said, "I believe I have all the necessities from when Master's Stephanie and Cass were still with us. If you'll follow me…"
Dick was able to find everything he needed for the day in his sister's old rooms. And, gosh, if wearing a bra wouldn't take a lot of getting used to. He dressed in the simplest articles of clothing he could find, avoiding all dresses, and sticking to jeans and a t-shirt. But he later had to change after being reminded of the school uniform. Had the skirts always been so short?
He had grabbed a backpack, filled it with school supplies, and rushed downstairs, only to be pulled aside by Bruce before he could get into the car with her siblings.
"What's up?" she asked. The high-voice wasn't bothering her much anymore.
"I just wanted to remind you to stick to your cover," said Bruce. "This shouldn't last for too long, Barry and Zattara are already working on an antidote. But we don't want to draw any suspicion."
"I know, I know. Don't worry. I've handled tougher situations before," said Dick. Bruce didn't seem convinced as he still had a firm grip on her arm. "Is there anything else?"
Bruce sighed. "Just...if anything happens, let me or one of your brothers know, okay? Right away."
"I will." Dick ran off and jumped in the car. How bad could it be?
As soon as Dick got out of the car, people stared. Her brother's stood beside her until they needed to depart for their own classes. She was on her own.
Walking down the hall to her first class, she was hyper-aware of the looks and whispers she was getting, particularly from...boys? She ignored them and pressed on.
Everything was going to be fine. She got through classes, only having to mention her name and affiliation with Bruce Wayne for teachers to leave her be. Then, lunchtime.
The cafeteria was packed, as always. She was trying to find a seat, preferably with her brothers, when she heard it: a wolf whistle, done by none other than Doug Stanford, the academy's notorious player. She turned her head to find the victim of the demeaning gesture, only to find no one directly behind her. Looking back to Doug to see if she had misjudged where he was looking, she found her eyes locked with his.
Wait, he wasn't looking at her right?
"Why does a sweetheart like you have nowhere to sit?" Yep. Definitely talking to her.
Maybe if she played dumb… "Hi, I'm Emily Semple. I'm new here. I have friends back home."
Doug smirked. "I'm sure you do, Emily. A boyfriend too, I'm sure."
Dick blushed. "N-no boyfriend. I'm only thirteen." Why was no one helping her out. And where were her brothers!
"Aw, come on! You're never too young to have a little fun." Said Doug. He took a few steps closer until her was right in her face. "I could show you a good time."
"Hey!" Finally, the rescue squad had arrived.
Dick was pulled back into Jason's familiar arms, Tim hovering beside her. Damien and Terry stood in front, protectively.
"Back off, Stanford," said Terry.
"Oh, so she does have a boyfriend. Or should I say four?" Doug replies smugly.
"She does not have a boyfriend. She will never have four." Tim mumbled.
"So, what? You guys her bodyguards. Cause I gotta say, I would love to guard that body."
Damien growled. "If you touch Emily, you die." The threat seemed to have some effect, as Doug took a step back.
"C'mon, let's get you away from this creep, Emily," said Jason. She let herself be led to a table, all her brother's surrounding her.
"You okay? You haven't said anything," said Jason, his arm still around her shoulder.
"I'm fine. But…"
"But what? Tell us." said Jason.
Dick sighed. "Is it going to be like this everyday?"
Bruce was waiting by the door when they got home. "Terry called me to tell me about what happened. Are you okay?" he asked Dick.
"I'm fine. But tell Barry and Zatara to hurry, would you? I don't think I want to be a girl for a lot longer, no matter how much fun they have."
Bruce nodded and started to walk from the room. Just before he got through the doorway he turned around and said, "But just so we're clear, you are to have no 'fun' without my explicit permission and one of your brothers to escort you." With that, he walked briskly out of the room.
Tim snorted. "I'm so glad I'm not you right now."
Dick rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I'm going to bed early."
"Ah, ah, ah," said Jason. "Didn't Bruce tell you? We have a charity ball tonight."
"What?" said Dick. "There is no way I'm going to one of those things like this."
"Well to bad." Said Jason. "We have to get you ready."
Dick's eyes widened. "No."
Damien smirked. "Oh yes, Grayson. Oh, yes."
The next hour was spent with the bat brothers forcing Dick to try on Steph and Cass' old dresses as well as a few new ones he had apparently just received that day (thanks Alfred). After a few that he absolutely refused to wear, she tried on a sparkly orange one that was alright. She proudly walked out of the closet to show it off to her brothers. Instantly the bedroom was silent.
"Um, no." said Jason.
"What do you mean, 'no'? I like it," said Dick, somewhat offended.
"Yeah, and so will every other teenaged boy there," said Tim. "Do you even realize how low the front of that thing is."
Dick huffed. "Fine." She stomped off to try on a different one. Three minutes later, she had found one that she liked that wasn't near as "low" as the last. Again, she was met with awkward silence.
"What's wrong with this one?" she asked irritably.
"Too low," Damien replied.
"You have got to be kidding me!" said Dick. "Fine. Why don't you guys pick one."
Jason smiled. "Already did!" He handed her a long blue dress. "We'll wait for you downstairs."
It actually wasn't to bad of a dress, or at least she thought. She wasn't honestly too familiar with women's fashion. But she was pretty sure she could get used to the feeling of being a princess as she walked slowly down the stairs to her awaiting family.
"You look wonderful," said Bruce (um, weird). "But don't you think it makes you look just a little bit...sophisticated?"
"Uugh, I'm wearing this one, so deal with it!"
The charity ball was as boring as all the other one's Dick had ever gone to. He just sat at a table in the corner and waited for the night to be over. His brothers had long since abandoned her to dance with girls they had met, and Bruce was off with a rich woman he couldn't remember the name of and shouldn't be expected to because there were just so many. But Dick, as bored as he was, was able to take solace in the fact that she only had a few more days in this girl's body before Barry and Zatara would have time to change her back to him.
"Ahem." Lost in her thoughts, Dick hadn't noticed the young man approach her.
"Yes?" Dick asked.
"Hi, I'm Jared," said the boy. The rather cute boy. "I was wondering if you wanted to dance?"
Dick's eyes widened. "D-dance?" He had never really danced with anyone, especially not a boy. Not that he hadn't thought about it once or twice.
"Uh, yeah." Jared shifted and blushed. "If you don't want to that's fine. It's just, you were sitting here all alone, and you looked pretty bored. I mean, not pretty like that. Er, no. You are very pretty. But, um…"
Dick giggled, giggled, and stood up. "I would love to."
Jared grinned and timidly took Dick's hand, leading her to the dance floor. A slow song was playing. Jared's hands found the small of Dick's back. Although, from all the dance lessons Bruce had insisted on, Dick had never been the one to not take the lead, it felt almost nice to let his arms rest loosely on Jared's shoulders. For the three and a half minutes the dance lasted, Dick enjoyed herself more than she had at all of the charity balls she had ever gone to combined. Not that that was saying much.
As the song ended, Jared opened his mouth to ask if Dick wanted to keep dancing, but before he could say anything Bruce pushed his way between the two of them. After sending Jared a harsh Daddybats glare that sent him fleeing with only the briefest of goodbyes he turned to Dick.
"What did I say about having fun!"
