Okay, I haven't decided what's exactly going to happen next, so bear with me, please. :)
Probably only gonna be about three or four more chappies, so chillax, my fans and friends. :)
I OWN NOTHING.
RATED A VERY HIGH "T" for two different suggestive make-out sessions
The clown snarled at the guard that threw his tray of gunk that they called food into the cell. "Here ya' go, Joker. Eat it up."
"Never," he howled dramatically. "And, anyways, what am I doing in here?" Secretly, he just wanted to hear the guard cry at the news that the first-ever Robin was dead-
"Superman turned you in 'cause you almost killed Nightwing," the guard snarled. "No duhr, Sherlock."
And he walked away.
Joker picked up the tray and snapped it in two. "Almost? Well... We can't have that, now can we?"
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Barbara wheeled up to Roy first, smacking him straight in the face. Then, before Wally could jet off, she grabbed his arm tightly, turning him to face her, and smacked him, too. "WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU CALL ME WEEKS AGO? I JUST HEARD FROM CANARY!"
Both red-headed boys looked at each other, then to their fellow ginger. "We forgot?" Roy offered.
Before Barbara could lunge at Roy and tear his eyes out, she caught sight of Dick.
Her face lit up, her eyes beginning to sparkle. "Dick!"
She wheeled over, ignoring the shocked expression on Dick's face, and hugged him tightly. Slowly, tenderly, he put his arms around her shoulders and hugged her back. "Barbara?" he asked tentatively. "Este ca numele tau?"
Barbara nodded. "Da."
Dick's face lit up sharply when Barbara spoke Romanian. "Vorbesti limba romana?"
She nodded, chuckling. "Da."
Dick absolutely beamed when Barbara scooted into the tiny spot between him and Wally. She held Dick's hand in hers tightly, and Dick looked pointedly down at it, then back up into Barbara's deep blue eyes. "Esti iubita mea?"
Barbara's face suddenly flushed a bright, bright red. "Uh- I- I... Uhm... I- nu."
Dick nodded slowly. "Oh..."
Barbara hinted the tiny bit of sadness in his voice, and it made her smile inwardly. Turning to the others, Barbara grinned. "Hey, guys. I'm here because, obviously, I can translate for Short-Pants, here, and also because I'm about to murder these two..." She growled at Roy and Wally, and the speedster picked his friend up bridal-style and jetted off. Barbara rolled her eyes, smiling at M'gann. "Oh, and Megs, I heard. Congrats!"
M'gann smiled gently. "Thank you, Barbara."
Artemis leaned forward. "What did Dick say just now?"
"Nothing," Barbara interjected quickly. Artemis smiled slyly, sipping her drink.
"Mhmm..."
Barbara suddenly turned her chair to Dick. "Dick, am ceva care sa alerge amintirea voastra. Veti veni cu mine?"
Dick nodded, his face lighting up even more, but his eyes still holding a hint of confusion. "Da."
Barbara grabbed his forearm gently and leered to the side so she could face the others. "We'll be back later."
"Mhmm..."
Barbara picked up a roll from Diana's tray and sucessfully whacked Artemis in the head with it.
"Ouch!"
The woman rolled her eyes. "Shut up, whiney."
The roll found itself in Barbara's lap. Smiling, the techie took a bite out of it. "Buttery."
She dragged Dick behind her out of the cafeteria, using her left hand to wheel herself on.
Diana grinned at Artemis and M'gann. "Oh, yeah, Barb's got it bad."
Kaldur and Connor just looked confused.
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Nightwing P.O.V.
Her orange hair draped around her face gently, outlining her heart-shaped chin and beautifully flushed and freckled cheeks. Her blue, speckled-brown eyes were deep and angry, outlined by long black lashes that batted at me gently. She pulled me into a hug, and I felt my heart flutter.
Barbara purposely brought Dick under the mistletoe, though she would never admit it.
After all, she was nineteen, and he was fifteen. That was technically illegal, right?
Oh, well.
She looked up, following Dick's gaze. The young man blushed, then looked back at his ex-babysitter. Barbara's grin was that of the Cheshire cat. "Well, Short-Pants, are you gonna kiss me or not?"
"Isn't that a country song?"
Barbara growled, "Just kiss me."
Dick grinned. "Gladly."
He wrapped his arms around her lower waist, fingers tentatively reaching farther for her thighs. Even at four years younger, Dick was taller by a few inches. He leaned his head down and latched his lips onto hers.
They froze for a few seconds, just there.
Then, Barbara flung her arms over his shoulders, intertwining her hands into his hair. The kisses got more passionate, much more heated. Barbara licked Dick's lower lip, earning a throaty sigh of pleasure from the younger. She grinned slightly, her lips toying with his.
Dick nibbled on her lower lip, and Barbara let out a breath of shock. Dick suddenly put his tongue in her mouth, and they continued the passionate display. Dick withdrew, but Barbara wasn't done. She pulled on the nape of his hair, and Dick's mouth opened slightly. She extended her tongue, fully taking in the creases of his mouth. He groaned as her hands traced his muscles gently.
They pulled away slowly, Barbara's eyes alight with pleasure, Dick's full of surprise.
"Ready for round two?" she asked playfully.
Dick moaned with pleasure. "Gladly."
"Barbara?" I asked gently, recognizing those glasses and that smile. "Is that your name?"
She had an utter look of surprise, then she grinned just like her old Cheshire smile. "Yes."
I smiled as she took my hand. Then, it hit me- she had been speaking Romanian. She chuckled when my eyes grew to the size of quarters. "You speak Romanian?"
"Yes," she repeated rather playfully.
She liked me.
I looked down at her small hand in mine. "Are you my girlfriend?"
She froze, sputtering. Finally, though, she said no.
I felt my heart drop into my stomach. "Oh..."
I didn't listen as she exchanged words with the others.
Then, she said my name. I looked up. She grinned yet again, mischievously this time. "I have something that might jog your memory. Will you come with me?"
I nodded. "Sure."
And we left.
She took me down a long corridor, through several doorways, and even up an elevator.
We got out and went through another hall, then reached the entertainment room.
"Here," she said, turning on the TV. "It's a proven fact that watching the news helps people regain their memories faster."
I sighed inwardly. I had been hoping the 'help' would be... more, if you know what I mean.
She wheeled over next to the couch, and I watched her for a moment. She seemed uncomfortable.
"Is it a pain to be in that all day?"
She chuckled. "In the ass."
Before Barbara could protest, I put one arm under her knees, another at her lower back, and pulled her onto my lap on the couch. She was blushing a furious red color, but soon, she relaxed, leaning back onto my chest and playing tenderly with my long hair. "You need a haircut, Dick."
I grinned. "I actually think I like this."
She looked up at me and tenderly kissed my chin, sending goosebumps up my spine. "Dick... Do you want me to be your girlfriend?"
I paused for a moment. "Yes, really, but I wonder if I really feel differently, if I have a girlfriend, if I have a wife, kids... I just don't know."
Barbara flung an arm around my neck. "I can tell you right now that you're single."
I grinned cheekily, feeling warm in odd places. "Excell-"
She latched onto my lips, sucking tenderly. I felt a groan of pleasure come out of my throat.
This girl could kiss.
I found myself lost in her hair, my hands running over her shirt. She ran her fingers up my cotton tee, her cold fingers gently feeling all over my muscles.
I nibbled on her lower lip, and she gasped before pulling me tightly inward. I groaned as her tongue found mine.
Suddenly, her hands hit my burn.
I cried out, and she immediately pulled away. "Dick! I'm sorry- I wasn't trying to-"
I found that I was lying on top of her on the couch, my shirt almost halfway off, her skirt riding up on her thighs.
"No," I said. "It- it's okay..."
I sat up, helping her to lean back on some pillows. She took my hand. "Dick... I feel bad. I'm sorry for-"
"Don't be."
I felt a grin tug at my lips, and I decided to flirt my way out. "Besides, you're pretty sexy at French."
The TV suddenly blared, "-And in other news, the Joker has broken out of Arkham Asylum-"
Click, Clack, Clock, Click, Clack.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
Chains tugged on my arms and legs.
My arm and elbow popped out of socket.
I saw a bell.
I heard a hyena laugh.
"How old are you? 21? 22? Harley was 23..."
Harley?
Harley!
Harley Quinn!
The Joker!
Batman!
Robin!
Nightwing!
Tim, Jason, Bruce, Richard- me- John Grayson, Mary Grayson, Haley's Circus, Tony Zucco- Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Diana, John Stewart, Kyle Rayner, Wally West, Roy Harper, Artemis Crock, Wayne Manor, Gotham, Central City, Keystone, Star City, Gotham Harbor, Harley Quinn, Joker, Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Young Justice, the Justice League, the Titans, Raven, Beast Boy- Garfield- Cyborg, Starfire, Barbara...
Barbara...
My eyes lit up, and I gasped. I felt warmth all throughout my brain. Suddenly, I felt everything go black.
"DICK!"
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Bruce woke up slowly, a headache all over his brain, his body aching even harder.
He knew what he had to do.
Slowly, as he readied the teleporter, he practiced.
"Hey, Dick, I'm your father. Your foster-father, that is. My name is Bruce Wayne. You have a younger foster-brother name Timothy Drake. Your ex-girlfriend's name is Barbara Gordon, and your best friends are Wally West, Roy Harper, and Kyle Rayner. But Kyle's been off-world for a while. And Wally-"
Bruce swore. "I'm rambling, damn it!"
The machine before him revved up, making a squeaking sound. Bruce looked up at it, his mind flashing over several different memories.
One stuck out...
A lump jumped onto his bed, hitting his back.
"Ouch! Dick! Wait, Dick?" Bruce Wayne, rubbing sleep from his eyes, sat up and watched the eight-year-old quiver. "Dick..." he frowned. "It's 3AM. What's-"
A loud clap of thunder resounded, and the boy squealed, diving under the comforter. Bruce chuckled and pulled back the sheets, but his laughter caught in his throat when he saw the boy's oceanic eyes full of tears.
"Dick..." He cuddled the boy gently, feeling the child's heartbeat against his stomach as Dick tried to escape into the covers again. "Dick," he said, suddenly stern. He dragged the tiny boy up by his armpits and looked deep into his eyes.
Bruce's heart broke as tears streamed down Dick's face.
"Dick..." he crooned, kissing the boy's head tenderly, taking in a deep whiff of the boy's mess of black hair. Strawberries? he thought oddly. (1) "Dick, its okay... Don't be scared... Ssh, sh, it's okay..."
How can I be a father? he thought. I don't know how to be one! I can't do this-
Dick dug his tiny face into Bruce's shirt and mumbled, "I love you, Daddy."
That was the first and last time Dick had ever called Bruce 'Daddy."
Bruce felt tears well up in his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away. "Man up, Wayne."
"'Man up', Sir?"
Bruce didn't turn as Alfred stopped behind him. "If I remember correctly, Master Bruce, then a certain man once told me, 'Only real men can cry.'"
Bruce licked his lips. "Maybe Dad was wrong."
"And maybe he wasn't."
Bruce said nothing as he punched in the pass code. "I'm going to see Dick."
"I know, Sir. Here," he handed Bruce a small brown paper bag, "his favorites. I was hoping they would jog his memory, Sir."
Even with the cookies in a bag, Bruce could smell the peanut butter strongly. The chocolate also wafted under his nose, and he smiled weakly. "You tease me, Alfred."
"Yes, Sir, I do."
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Wally had come back to the cafeteria after Barbara left. After he got back, several others left, but Artemis felt bad for him, so she stayed.
"So..." she began slowly as he devoured some hot dogs.
"So..." he said as he swallowed.
"How's life?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Same old, same old. You, Artie?"
She smirked. "Well, for one, I've got a new name. It keeps the Shadows at bay."
He grinned. "And what would that name be?"
"Linda," she said, smirking. "Linda Parker."
He smiled and wiped his mouth. "Well, Miss Parker, I am Wallace West. Pleasure to meet you."
She giggled and took his outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you, Mister West."
He grinned, but, just then, Fire walked by. His eyes slowly flitted over her figure, and suddenly, Artemis felt her heart drop. Fire sat down next to Wally and grinned. "Hello, Wally," she spoke in her Brazillian accent. Slowly, her fingers walked up his chest. "How are you today?"
He shrugged. "Not bad. Hey, Fire, this is Art- Linda."
Artemis smiled falsely. "Hi, Fire. Sorry, but I've got stuff I need to do."
As she walked by, she 'accidentally' spilt her juice down Fire's front. The woman shrieked and stood like a whip snap. Wally's face turned red as he glared at Artemis. But, his glare faltered when he saw the tears in her eyes. She turned and ran, not even bothering to say sorry.
"What is her problem?" Fire snapped. Wally handed Fire some napkins.
"Sorry, Fire. I think I'd better go talk to her."
Without even checking on Fire again, Wally ran down the hall, not even using his super-speed as he caught up to Artemis. He pulled her into a storage room, her arms flailing as she screamed, "LET ME GO, WEST!"
He slammed the door shut and turned, eyes blazing. "Artemis! What is your problem-"
"What is yours?" she snapped, her arms stiff at her sides. With a shock, Wally noticed that tears were slowly dripping down her cheeks. "You're always going after anything that moves and breathes, flirting up with it! Or it's flirting up with you, or you're checking it out like it's a piece of damn frickin' meat! Even when we were dating, you'd check out girls on the damn streets when thought I wasn't frickin' looking!"
Her voice cracked, and she crossed her arms as the air grew cold. Turning away, Artemis fought the tears, but her shoulders shook involuntarily. "Wally," she cried softly, "I- I loved you..."
Wally was frozen stiff. Slowly, he turned Artemis to look at him. She refused to meet his eyes, and gently, his red-clad hand pulled her chin up so that she had to look at his eyes.
"Artie," he said softly. "I am so, so sorry... I- I was a jerk back then, I really was... But- I've changed so much... Fire, she just- she's been hitting on me for months, and I-" He sighed, running a hand over his masked head. "I'm an ass, I know. But... will you give me a second chance? Please, Artie. Please..."
There was a long, painful, long, silent, loooooong pause.
Artemis took in a deep breath, then pulled Wally's mask off his face. "Sure, Baywatch."
Suddenly, she pushed him against the door, her long nails locking it shut with a click. "Let's start now..."
Tee hee hee...
OOH! Joker wants revenge, still... MWAHHHAAAAAAHAAA!
(1)- If you've read any of my other stories involving a young Dick, then you know that I LOVE to make him smell like strawberries... I don't quite know why... HM...
ROBIN: Why am I old in this? And WHY AM I HAVING TWO FREAKING MAKE-OUT SESSIONS WITH BABS?
Me: Because I'm the author, and I'm writing it that way.
ROBIN: you're a perv.
Me: No, I just love writing make-out session.
ROBIN: Like I said, perv.
Me: I"M NOT A FRICKIN" PERVERT, SO SHUT UP, DICK!
ROBIN: See, you're a perv.
Me: Dude, that's your name...
ROBIN: ... -_- ... Touche
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