Title: Guy's Night Out.
Author: Logan Roberts
Disclaimer: The characters of Nightwing, Robin, Oracle,
Azrael, Batman, Batgirl, and their alter egos belong to DC.
Rating: PG-13
* * * * *
It was 11:30 and Dick was finishing up his third patrol of the
city. Nothing. Not even a purse snatcher. The 'Haven was quiet
tonight he thought to himself. It was spring and the warm
breeze felt good against his face. The comm link opened up and
he heard Tim's voice.
"Nightwing, meet me at the Gotham Drive-in, thirty minutes.
:click:"
Dick tried to re-establish communications but he couldn't get a
response. Then he tried to get a hold of Batman, same there.
Finally he got through to Oracle.
"Babs, have you heard anything from Robin or Batman
tonight?"
"Not much, they said it was a slow night earlier. Haven't heard
from them in about fifteen minutes."
"Robin just contacted me and told me to meet him at the
drive-in. Didn't say why."
"Let me try to get him."
Silence. A minute later.
"I couldn't get him, Batman, or Azrael. And they have turned
off their GPS locators."
"Have Batgirl meet me there, I am on my way."
"Can't. Bats sent her on a surveillance job. Left strict
instructions that she is not to leave until someone can cover
her."
"Alright, I am on my way, I will let you know something when I
find out."
Dick ran across the rooftops and droped to where he kept a
cycle stashed for emergencies and headed for Gotham. As he
pulled behind the drive-in, he spoted Robin up on a cliff. He
turned the bike around and headed up the service road that led
to him. He parked beside the RedBird and walked over where
Robin was sitting and noticed that Azrael was with him.
"What going on? Why all of the secrecy?"
"Attack of the Female Vampires from Outer Space."
"What?"
"Yeah, the last time we talked, you said you wanted to see
this."
Dick walked over and sat next to his "brother". He had to
admit, they had really good seats.
"Turn your radio to 730 am, you can hear what is going on.
And turn off your GPS, don't want them to know we are here"
As he did, he felt a presence behind him. Oh shit, busted. He
turned around and looked up into the eyes of his mentor. He
knew the cost of goofing off while patroling. He knew he was
going to get it for this. He cringed waiting for Bruce to lay into
him, but it never came. To his surprise, a bucket of popcorn
dropped into his lap.
"It's a slow night, and Robin said that this was supposed to be
good."
Dick just looked back at him in shock, then at Tim, who had a
shit eating grin on his face, then back to Batman who was
sitting down on the grass next to him. How did he do it? For
years he tried to get him to loosen up and do something like
this, but Bruce would never budge. How? Wait a minute, forget
how, who cared? For some reason Batman was taking a night
off and they were having a guy's night out. As the movie
started, Tim explained that no one knew about it, that they were
just having a night without the girls. The movie was pretty
good. Dick hadn't spent time with Bruce or Tim like this in a
long time, never really with Azrael.
* * * * *
Barbara was now getting worried. Dick should have gotten to
the Drive-in about twenty minutes ago. And now his radio and
GPS were off. She contacted Batgirl.
"Anything happening there?"
"No."
"Have you heard from Batman or Robin lately?"
"No."
"Listen, forget about the stakeout, I think something has
happened to them. Nightwing received a call from Robin a
while ago asking him to meet him at the Gotham Drive-In. But I
haven't heard anything from them in a while and can't locate
them. Go check it out, I will take responsibility with the Bat for
you leaving."
"Ok."
* * * * *
About half way into the movie, all of them began having a
strange feeling, like someone was watching them. They weren't
sure what but something was wrong. All of the sudden someone
cleared their throat behind them. All four looked up at Batgirl
staring back at them. Even through the full face mask, they
could tell she was pissed.
"Back . . . To . . . Work!"
"Yes Ma'am," all said in unison as they scrambled to their feet
and to their vehicles.
* * * * *
The next day, they all found themselves in Bab's apartment,
trying to explain what went on the night before. By the end of
it, they were just beginning to scrub her kitchen.
"This is all your fault," Dick said.
"My fault, if you hadn't told her where we were, we wouldn't
have gotten caught."
Bruce walked up behind them with a mop in his hand, "that is
enough from the both of you." He lowered his voice to a
whisper, "next time, we will plan better so they won't find out."
"Don't bet on it, I am the all knowing Oracle," Bab's called out
from the computer room