A little trouble from the dynamic duo. :) What started as spacefiller turned to plot twist! Comments mean quicker updates. Follows mean my undying happiness. Enjoy reading, and seriously, I love shared plotbunnies for where this should go. Or, rather, what should happen next. (I have the ending prewritten. Dun dun dun.) I'm scheduling ten or so more chapters, but with your love I can elongate the writing process. TO THE TROUBLEMAKERS!


"Jerra, I'm not comfortable with this." Dick pressed himself to the door, eying the grinning girl.

"Relax, killjoy, I've done this before."

Jerra revved the engine and hit the petal to the ground.

"OHMIGODJERRASLOWDOWNAAAAAAAH ...!"

Dick yelled as she swerved, cackling.

"I love this. Mercedes are niiice."

He glared at her. "I'm a genius, and a hero! Gotham needs me! I'm too young to die!"

"Shut up, Grayson."

The car screeched to a stop at a light.

"Jerra, if we get pulled over it'll make the papers. 'Wayne heir caught speeding with female nobody'," He made air quotes.

"Or worse!" He exclaimed seriously. " 'Wayne heir found DEAD in car accident with illegal driver.' "

"I have a license!" Jerra shot indignantly.

"I have morals! Get it under fifty, god!"

Jerra pulled over.

"Get out."

"What?" Dick demanded.

"You heard me."

"It's my car!" Dick growled. "Switch me sides. I'm taking us home."

"Sure, get out and walk right in front of the car."

They glared at one another until Jerra imagined lasers boring into Richard's thick head.

"I thought so," Jerra said pointedly. "Now, if you're going to wimp out now, I'll just drive us back."

"No, Jerra, I'd rather walk...I HATE YOU...!"


Alfred was exceedingly unimpressed when Dick jumped out of the car and slammed the door looking disheveled.

Jerra hopped out with her usual energy.

"That was fun," she beamed.

"Get away from me, you bloody speed demon," Dick yelled, wide-eyed, pointing a finger and backing away.

Jerra scoffed. "I'm not that bad."

Dick raced up the steps to Alfred and hid behind him, all gangly muscled limbs.

"Keep her at bay, Alfred." He whimpered. "I'm never getting in a car again."

"Miss Jerra," Alfred said, sighing. "It seems you have scarred Master Richard greatly."

"He'll get over it," she waved nonchalantly.

"Never," Dick murmured. "Never getting over it."

"Wimp."

"Lunatic."

They scowled at each other for a moment over Alfred's shoulder.

"I'm going to eat all the cookies in spite of you," Jerra announced brightly.

"I'm going to remain here, scowling at your retreating figure."

They both did as formentioned.

"Master Richard, I do not think this is the most mature way to handle your disagreements."

Dick looked at his grandfather figure.

"You're right, of course," Dick grinned. "But I think Jerra responds better to revenge."

He ran off after the girl, both of them still wearing prep school uniforms.

Alfred sighed. Those two were making him older. "If only money related to sense, then I'd have the most matured wards in Gotham."

"Hey, Nightingale," Dick cooed. Jerra looked up from the cookies, leaning against the counter and reminding him of a little girl.

"Wanna take a real car out for a spin?"

She scowled at him, untrusting. Perfect.

"...It depends."

Dick grinned. "I'm going to hijack the Batmobile."

Jerra just about died choking on her cookie.

"Are you a lunatic?"

She accused, wide-eyed. "No way I'm stealing from Bruce."

"Why not?" He demanded, crossing his arms. "You took my car."

"But he's freaking BATMAN, he's probably got it bugged and he'll know we took it-"

"So?"

Jerra scowled.

"So?

So, I'd rather not DIE before I finish high school!"


This is stupid."

"You got in the car."

"I tried to stop you and you shoved me in!"

"It counts."

Jerra glared nervously. "I've never been in the Batmobile."

"He doesn't let me drive it on missions, but once or twice was good practice."

"Dick?"

"Yeah, Jerra?"

"Something's gonna happen."

He gave her a funny look.

"I wanna go back."

"We'll be fine." He grinned. "Hey, Jerra, put on your mask, we'll go through a drive thru."

"Don't even think about it, moron."

She fiddled with her suit.

"Please, Richard."

She turned his head to glance at her.

And it went downhill from there.


"Grayson!"

"Jerra!"

The coughed and lashed at the debris.

"Where are you?"

"In the Batmobile."

"No freaking duh!"

Jerra looked around, feeling claustrophobic. "What happened?"

"We got hit by a semi."

"How the heck did you not see a semi?" She shrieked.

"It purposely crossed three lanes and hit uus."

Jerra whimpered into the darkness. "Dick, I can't see anything."

"It's okay, I'm getting through."

Suddenly the metal to her right was pulled away, and a disheveled Robin looked at her. She reached out and grabbed his hand. "We're okay," she said.

"Yeah, we'll be fine."

Jerra paused, and nearly screamed her fool head off.

"Jerra? You stopped breathing. Did you freeze up?"

"We. Just. Crashed. The freaking BATMOBILE, RICHARD!"

A look of horror flashed across Dick's face. "We're dead."


Twenty minutes later, Dick and Jerra were in the back seat of a black car, tinted windows hiding their masked faces.

The man in the front seat was silent.

And in a suit.

And a billionaire.

"B-Bruce?" Robin asked softly.

There was no reply.

Dick stared out his window, head bowed.

Jerra watched the rain streak down the windows. Of course it would start raining to set the mood, she thought blandly.

She looked to the front seat and met eyes with Bruce, who was staring at her through the mirror. She looked away.


They stood in the Batcave with their heads down.

Bruce had his arms crossed as he stood in front of them.

Alfred stood in a corner, ready to intervene if anything went wrong.

"Jerra told me not to," Dick suddenly spouted. "She told me not to and I basically kidnapped her again as payback for the car ride she forced me into earlier."

"I could've done something to stop you." Jerra muttered.

"Like what, knock me unconscious?"

"Both of you are not going on any missions for the next three weeks, is that clear?" Bruce said coldly. "It will be Richard Grayson and Jerralin Nightingale, and if I even hear mention of Tempus and Robin I will lock you out of the Justice System for an indefinite amount of time. Understood?"

Both teens nodded their heads slowly.

Dick looked up with tears in his eyes.

Jerra scowled at the wall, features hardening.

"Dismissed." Bruce said.

Jerra ran for the stairwell.


"What did you do?" Grandpa asked as soon as Jerra walked through the door.

"I CRASHED THE BATMOBILE!" She shrieked.

The door slammed.

"...That was not the expected answer," Grandpa admitted to the air.