A/N: Did you think I was done with Undercover chapters? You did?

Well you were wrong, weren't you?

*dead panning* Muh-ha-ha-ha

…

I was planning on saying that for over a week now. Didn't get a chance to say it at school (During finals week I slipped in some Young Justice Robin quotes. Only one person got it D: ), so now I'm forcing it into my writing. So there.

Muh-ha-ha-ha

(Yes, I finally figured out how to add a line. You'd think I'd be a little tech savvy, considering I passed a college credit Web Design class. :P)

Hope you guys are having a better holiday than I am. My parents dropped the bomb that this would be my worst Christmas in my short fourteen years. Really would like some nice reviews to read tomorrow when the presents are all said and done (or a guess opened and shoved away to the back of my closet). Don't think I'm being ungrateful. I just don't appreciate being able to predict getting horrible presents of stuff I won't even need. Namely, an LED flashlight that blinks pink.

***Steph's POV***

The second that Wally kid started talking to me in that- "excited" fashion- I knew something was up.

It was when he heard my name. He just honed in on me, and I thought it was because he had a thing for blondes. He seemed kinda pissed that Conner had practically ripped away his "ex" girlfriend, who had long blonde hair.

But, it turned out, he had heard about me.

Through that boy.

"Have you ever met a guy named Tim?"

"Yeah… why?"

"Did he have a motorcycle?"

"Do you know him?"

"Did he?"

"Yeah, he did. It was dark colored, as far as I could tell. It was night when I met him."

The red head bites back a grin. "Tim's practically my best friend. We've known each other a couple of years. You should have seen his face when I saw him the next day."

"Priceless?"

He nods. "Wally," he sticks out his hand. "by the way."

I stick out my own and we shake. "Steph."

He sits down in the chair across from me. "Is that your girlfriend?" I ask, pointing at the girl talking with Brandt.

A blush rises to Wally's cheeks. "Not really. Andy and I… it's complicated."

I smirk. "How can it be complicated? Is she your girlfriend or not?"

"On and off girlfriend."

"That's not so complicated."

He shrugs. "Sometimes I feel we shouldn't be together, but everybody- my family, my friends, my teachers: the whole world- keeps trying to shove us together. Like fate or something." Wally sighs. "A guy once told me to find-" He freezes. "Never mind. Not important." He grins. "But what is important, is you meeting up with Tim again."

I twist a lock of my hair. "I don't know."

Wally frowns. "But…"

"It's just that, I don't know. I don't know him that well, you know. We met only once."

"So?"

I shrug and smile. "I don't really have anything against meeting him again."

He stares off into space for a while, than looks back at me. "What if I told you that you guys could meet up again tonight?"

"Where?"

"Just outside the mansion."

"You're kidding right?"

"Nope. He could meet your right outside the mansion. All I have to do is give him a quick call, and he'd be here in seconds."

"What makes you so sure he'd come?"

Wally smiles a devious, disarming smile. "He's my best friend. I know him very well."

I hesitate. "Sure. Call him up."

No sooner are the words out of my mouth does the red head have his phone out and to his ear. Within a few seconds, he's talking to Tim on the other line. "Hey, Tim… it's me… You know that girl you told me about last week? The- yeah, that one. I just ran into her… yeah, way. Would you be willing to meet up with her again? That's what I thought… Outside Crown Mansion… I'm here with Andy… haha, we kinda crashed the party, but with one look at her, Conner Brandt let us in. So you'll come? How soon?... 'Kay. See ya."

Hanging up, Wally grinned at me. "He'll be here in five."

***Tim's POV***

Stephanie was at the party, Wally told me in our mind link, and he had asked me to come. He'd convince her to come out one way or another.

I'm sitting outside Crown Manor on the steps, my bike not far from me. I'm in my civie gear and fiddling with my dark glasses. When the door creaks behind me, I shove them away into my pocket and stand swiftly.

Stephanie stands before me, in a purple dress and a white jacket in her hands. "Hey, Stephanie."

*"So you remember me. That's nice."*

"Yeah, I did."

"You're friend, Wally, said you wanted to see me again." I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Well, it's not like it was at the top of my To-Do list to track you down or anything."

She smiles gently, and we sit down on the steps in silence.

"So…"

"So…"

"Hey, Rob!" Inwardly I groan as a blonde Bluejay comes running up the path.

"Rob?"

"That's my middle name, Robert." I lie steadily.

Bluejay comes up to us and looks between us. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Who are you?" Stephanie asks.

Bluejay flips her hair over one shoulder. "Zoey. I'm his cousin."

"How are you cousins? You look nothing alike."

"Our fathers were in the foster home together, and grew up practically like brothers, but they're not blood related."

"What's the matter, Zoe?"

"Wally called. He and Andy got themselves locked in a closet."

"You're kidding." I laugh.

"You're friend and his on-off girlfriend?"

"Yeah, them. They're off right now."

"Got that much so far."

I turn back to Bluejay, and shuffle through my wallet. "Ten they hold out."

"Ten Artie kills Wally by the time we get there."

"Artie?"

"We've dubbed Andy 'Artemis' when she's not around."

"You're kidding."

"Nope." I rub the back of neck and push my wallet away. "Um, I think I need to go, Steph."

She shrugs. "I get it. I'm headed home anyways." She gives a short wave and starts to walk away. "See you around some time, Tim?"

"Sure, maybe."

When Stephanie is gone, Bluejay snickers. "Tim? That's your name?"

"Oh shut it. It's not that bad of a name."

"Sure it is, little Timmy-boy." She laughs again. "See, I've got jokes up my sleeves just for it." She goes down on one knee into a 'Tebowing' pose, and comes back up again. "Hell, I could even quote Justin Robinett and Michael Henry, and make fun of your name."

"I don't want to hear it."

"Sure ya do."

I shoot her an imitation of the 'Bat-glare,' but it doesn't wipe the smile off her face as we trudge up the steps of the mansion. Nobody is on the second floor of the mansion, obviously because all the servants are tending to their master below at the party.

I hook up the cable from my utility belt to the grid system, hacking in and producing the password and typing it in. Bluejay heads left while I head forward, towards where the computer room actually was.

It was a fairly easy system to crack, but the problem was finding the folder with all of the Black Market orders. That alone took about five minutes, and then it took another few minutes to find the orders that were being shipped tomorrow. Anything from weapons to bombs to wheels and spare car parts, but all being sent to a location just outside Gotham City. With a few simple clicks, I copied the orders to the Batcave for Bruce to look at later.

Done, I follow Wally, Artemis, and Bluejay's voices, slipping on my dark glasses.

"What did you do to get her so riled up?"

"Nothing!"

"Yeah. Sure."

I join them in the hall and wave at Wally. "Hey."

"Hey."

"You're not dead."

"So I'm not."

"Where's Artie?"

"Who knows? She ran on ahead without a second glance back."

"Did you piss her off or something?"

"No!"

Bluejay snorts. "He told me the same thing."

"I'd bet you don't believe him." Speaking of bets, Bluejay hands me a ten.

"You'd bet right."

"I'm right here you know," Wally waves at us. "I can hear you."

"So you can. Congratulations, you're not deaf."

"I didn't piss her off. I don't know why she's so mad."

We shrug and Wally grimaces. Together, the three of us climb out of a window, after a check to make sure no one's watching, before Bluejay leads us to the Bioship and M'gann.

Megan nods towards the entrance. "She's already inside."

"We're going back to the cave, right?"

She nods again. "Yeah. I've got some cookies in the oven, if you're hungry."

"Great." Bluejay and Wally walk in, but I hesitate. I could probably catch up with Steph is I go by bike.

"I brought my motorcycle, and I think I'd better drive it back." Bluejay smiles at me and pulls Megan and Wally inside while I start heading towards the bike.

"Hey, Rob?" Bluejay calls. I turn back, and she shoots me one last grin and points up towards the sky. "Hey, I'm Justin Robinett… that's God." She goes down into a Tebowing position. "And this is Tim Tebow."

"Oh, cut it out already."

I come upon a blonde in a purple dress and white jacket. "Need a ride?" She laughs when she sees me.

"I'd take that you got Wally and Andy out with no problems?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Andy seemed pretty pissed when we opened up the door for them, and Wally didn't mention anything happening. But I know better." Stephanie climbs onto the back of the motorcycle and wraps her arms around my waist again, and we shoot back off into darkness towards Gotham City.

A/N: Go to YouTube and look up Justin Robinett and find his newest video "Our New Website- Micheal Henry and Justin Robinett" and watch the bloopers at the end (But watch the entire video, because these guys are pretty funny). The last exchange between Bluejay and Robin will make so much more sense to you then.

In case any of you were wondering, I have nothing against the Broncos. Supported them since I was five. However, Tim Tebow annoys the hell out of me. I love his dog though. He adopted my friend's dog (Champ- he's a Rhodesian Ridgeback)'s uncle.

*March 1994 Robin #4, "Breathless" Page 2. Credit to Chuck Dixon, Tom Grummett, and Ray Kryssing.

I was in the basement helping my brother clean up the old Genesis games, and I found a game I saw an advertisement for on the back of the above issue. I handed him the NBA Jam saying,

"1994."

"What?"Says my twin.

"It's advertised on those old Robin comics that you swapped me for."

"Oh yeah. I remember those…"… "What'd I do with those comics?"

"The Metamorphic man comics? No idea. I took the Robin comics and bolted."

"Where'd we get them from?"

"Dad dug them up from the basement." Emphasis on the 'dug them up.'