Wait, What?

A.N.: Surprise, suckers. Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. This was suggested a LONG time ago by LuffyLover. At first, I'd dismissed it, since I didn't really know how to go about writing it. But, with a tiny bit of reworking, I think I just managed to do it. I'm basing this off of a very funny scene in Doctor Who, those who've seen the show will immediately know which one. I don't own Doctor Who in any way. To those of you who've wanted me to write a de-aging chapter, I'm sorry but I can't think of a way to make that particularly embarrassing. Then again, it was similar with this situation, so give it some time. Besides, I think he's been genetically messed with enough already. Let's leave his DNA alone for now, okay? Also, I'm introducing a new character! Let me know what you think of her, and I might just keep her! Enjoy!

Dick sat on the park bench, trying to discreetly keep an eye on his prey. The man – carnie by day, possible drug lord by night – leaned against the railing overlooking the sand and ocean. So far, he'd either not noticed or not cared that the same man had been sitting on the same bench for hours as he'd stood there, occasionally scribbling in a notebook whenever he'd had any interaction with anyone.

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD.

The approaching sound of footsteps grabbed his attention, and he found himself surprised when Edna took her seat next to him and handed him one of the two ice-creams in her hands. He took it with awkward thanks and bit the top swirl off of the sugary white cone. The new addition to the team made herself comfortable, leaning into him friendlily as she licked her own confection.

He hadn't failed to notice that, ever since she'd joined a few weeks ago, she'd been extra nice to him, often helping him out with some mundane task or complimenting him on something. Now she was even buying him food and honestly, he wasn't sure if he should think of it as weird or not.

Her feathers brushed against his black, polyester shirt (Bad idea to wear that to the boardwalk), making her fidget before settling down again. Briefly, she tugged on the blue-on-gunmetal necklace looped around her neck, reminding him that Zatanna wasn't the only one who knew a few tricks. Edna still had yet to explain who'd given her the charm.

I gotta admit, he idly contemplated. For a social recluse and a writer, she pulls off punk rock pretty well.

The two were supposed to be friends. And, as such, they'd coordinated their attire. Her cobalt jeans were echoed in his more faded ones, his black shirt complimented by her fingerless gloves, studded vest, and neutral gray tank top.

What a mistake this had turned out to be.

Ten smiles-from-strangers and small-children-tugging-on-their-mom's-sleeves-and-pointing filled minutes later, someone finally came up to them. Poe hadn't seemed to notice the stares and smiles, but Grayson had.

"I just want to say, you two are the cutest couple," a blonde woman quipped as she jogged up, jogging in place in her slight pause.

"Uh, we're not a couple," he immediately denied, casting a glance in the other bird's direction. Oddly enough, she didn't look downtrodden as he'd expected, but was looking at the woman in a strange way.

"Really?" the woman responded, sounding confused. "Why not? You two are adorable together."

"Well," began the older ebony, pulling her shoulder length hair behind her ear. "It's not that I wouldn't like to but it's just the simple fact that he's-"

Just when Dick was about to blurt "A friend," a different word escaped the girl's lips, throwing a wrench in the whole gig.

"Gay."

Nightwing's eyes widened just a fraction behind his sunglasses. The woman looked thrown off by the new development (not nearly as much as Nightwing, himself), but recovered quickly.

"Oh. Okay, well. Uh, forget I said anything," she clumsily replied, leaving just a bit quicker than she'd arrived. Letting out a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding, he shot another glance at Edna, who'd straightened against his side, perhaps trying to make it seem like they weren't too casual.

"Nice cover," he complimented, checking to make sure his quarry hadn't left yet. The man was still there, but the brief encounter with the blonde could have given him an opportunity to speak to someone without having it written down.

"What are you talking about?" she murmured back, raising her left eyebrow in confusion. Her innocent, guilty, embarrassed expression clinched the inevitable for Nightwing.

"Wait, what? You actually think I'm gay?" he whispered, suddenly feeling like everything made much more sense. Her look of sympathy when he kissed Barbara, how kind she was around him, wasn't just another of her mannerisms. It was because she thought he was being pressured to be straight!

"I did," she confirmed, stressing the past tense. "But hey, I never had a problem with it, at least."

Dick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, for future reference, I am completely straight."

"I can see that now," she replied, blushing a very bright red. He was fighting a blush himself. With another sigh, he continued to watch, ignoring the snickering over his communicator, as Superboy had apparently caught the entire event with his super hearing. Pulling a knee up, he chewed at his lip.

A.N.: I'm really sorry if I offended anyone through this story. It was never my intention. Let me know what you think of Edna Allen Poe AKA The Raven (guess who I got the inspiration from.). Should I drop her from YJ (from embarrassment) or keep her on? PLEASE let me know. Also, if you happen to have a suggestion for a future chapter, leave it in a review and it might just get written, whether it be quickly or after 7.5 months. Thank you for your time, your patience, and GOD BLESS!