"Ramp it! Rammmmp iiiit!"

"I can't ramp a garbage can Tim!"

"Oh you live such a tamed and boring life!"

Barbara Gordon squeaked and threw her hands up, peeking cautiously through her fingers as the car speed forward. "Richard Grayson, this is not the thing I wanted to do tonight!"

"You and me both babe." Selina let out as she clutched her stomach, looking at the woman behind her with a sickly glance.

Dick Grayson jerked on the joystick and grinned as the small TV screen flashed an array of colors as the word: 'victory' brightened the screen. "I won! Timmy, I beat your score!"

Tim Drake snorted through his nose and turned around. "I want more pizza."

"Pizza honey, I just ate enough pizza to last me till next year." Selina groaned as she eased into a chair. "I figure that I should head home about now."

"We can't." Dick let out, his eyes still glued on the screen. "Not till we are sure that all the cops cleared out."

"Tell me again, how do you plan to get out of this mess? You can't just go home without being caught." Barbara explained.

"I think she doesn't like our hideout."

"You think right, er, correctly! I don't enjoy camping out at some low town video arcade! Please, can we just go home and get your capture over with." Barbara pleaded to Dick, lightly touching his shoulder.

Dick looked back at her. "No."

"No?! What do you mean no? I asked nicely, and I gave up a lot to help you both out. I want to go home, so get me home."

Tim wiped the spit out of his face, and shook his head. "I think she is serious about this."

"Just a little." Dick whispered back, cautiously raising an eyebrow.

The four raised their heads as an old song came onto the speakers. They exchanged looks.

"Ok, lets get out of here." Dick replied as he flipped his keys in the air and caught them in the palm of his hand.

Barbara hurried beside him, swiping the keys. "This time I drive, not you, not Tim, me."

"But you are such a chicken when it comes to race driving."

"I will not run from the cops if that is what you are suggesting." Barbara acutely answered, turning on her heels, followed closely by Selina.

"Women." Dick boldly blurted, his left eye twitching.

Tim grinned up at his friend. "I like Selina and Barbara. they cook good."

"They cook good." Dick mimicked as he shoved the younger boy into a headlock.





"So, you don't think that Mr. Wayne will mind me entering his beloved house, now will you?" Selina questioned as she looked at Tim, Dick, and Barbara who were all eating a well-balanced ice cream cone.

"We balance it good." Tim whispered to Dick, looking at the three different flavors upon each other.

Dick blinked at the boy in utter annoyance. "Listen, ignore the notes from the author and just eat the freaking cone."

"Not the ice cream?" Tim innocently questioned, blinking doe eyes.

Dick glared, and he glared hard. It would have been cute if Barbara had asked, it would have been cute if Sally from the small grocery store where he bought his milk, had said it, but when Tim asked, it was just nasty. "You moron, don't talk."

Tim licked his ice cream and shrugged, muttering: 'It was just a question.'

Barbara sighed as she looked lustfully at the television set. "Ohhh, here is my favorite part!"

All four looked at the television set:

"Emma, there is something I must tell you!"

"Oh don't say it! Don't speak it!"

They watched as the scene wore on and Mr. Darcy told Emma his feelings for her, and soon, how Emma and he were kissing.

Both Selina and Barbara squealed with delight, creating a shrill 'EEEEE'! Their hands waved about and they looked at each other, and dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Barbara drew a deep breath. "Isn't that so perfect?"

"It's so romantic!"

"Didn't you see how she looked at him!?"

Selina sighed dreamily. "Why can't it be the same way today?"

Tim cleared his throat and looked at Dick. "Let's X-negh on the double-eh!"

Dick snorted and drew his head back. "Do you realize you just said that totally wrong?"

"Do you realize that I just want to get out of here?"

"Ok, ok, let's go."

The two tiptoed away, hearing the two girls 'oohing' and 'awwwing' at the romantic areas in the movie. They didn't even notice that the two boys had left them.

"So, what is the plan?" Tim bent down to tie his shoe.

Dick looked at Tim, and then to the ceiling. "There is only one thing that we can do to save those two now."

"That would be?"

A sly grin spread across Dick's face and he winked. "You have how many water guns?"

Tim, paused for a moment then gave a half smile to his friend. "You're a devil."

"I know." Dick let out, rubbing his chin. "I know."





"Is that not the best movie made?" Barbara questioned, a fire of delight in her eyes as she took out the movie from the VCR. "It' so perfectly romantic!"

"I know!" Selina let out with a shrill voice, waving her face as if she was to hot. "Mr. Darcy is the perfect gentleman!"

"And then they both got married, Hillary and Emma! Oh, its mystery, action, adventure, and romance all in one!"

The two smiled at each other with a new friendship.

"Hey, where did the boys go?" Barbara asked as she turned around. "Weren't they just here like, two minutes ago?"

Selina shrugged and shook her head. "I was to focused in the movie."

"Hmm, well, I think I should probably head home while I have the chance." Barbara said with a short giggle.

"Yes, I should start in that direction also. I hope the boys don't mind my leaving without a goodbye or anything. They were dears."

Barbara shook her head in disgust. "Try spending a whole lot more time with them, and then see how you feel about their sweetness. I am surprised they haven't tried anything on you yet as it is!"

The two started for the door, only to hear a loud: 'CHARGE!'

Water balloons flew, water guns were fired, and soon, the two women were drenched from head to foot.

Selina screamed, shaking violently as she tried to get as much water off as possible.

"Ohhh! You!" Barbara screamed, seeing Dick and Tim smiling proudly at each other. "You both are so dead! I am going to kill you!" She pounced on them both, only to be pinned to the floor by Dick. "Let me go Grayson!"

Dick shook his head. "No! I don't know about Tim, but I don't want to be killed at such a youthful age, ya' know."

Selina let out a small laugh, and then shoved the boy off Barbara, kicking Tim's water gun from his hands and catching it. She aimed directly at Dick's face. "Aww, don't let me hog all the fun."

"I won't." Dick snapped, pointing his own gun at the woman. "Don't try anything funny, or you will have it worse than you already do!"

"Did you just threaten me?" Selina hissed, watching as Barbara got to her feet. "I wouldn't suggest doing that again."

There was a small spell of silence and the sexes were wound up, ready to attack.

Tim was the first who ventured to speak, and it startled Selina so much that she thrashed her gun to his general direction and fired.

Tim yelped and ducked to the ground, the water missing him by an inch. Yet this turned out to be dreadful as the front door opened and Bruce entered, glaring down at some papers he had in hand.

(Authors Note: The papers didn't have a chance once hit with the water. may they rest in piece.)

Bruce said nothing as the water hit him square in the face, he said nothing as the four before him gasped. He said nothing as he dropped the papers and looked up at the group. He said nothing as small streams rushed down his tux.

"Oh fu*k!" Tim cursed.

"Bruce, I-I didn't know you were coming home with such short notice." Dick stuttered. His eyes seemed to be twitching.

Selina stood her ground as she looked at the large man. The gun in her right hand dropped to the ground. "Well Mr. Wayne, you have sweet little boys. So sweet that they kidnapped Mss. Gordon and myself."

Bruce looked at Tim who winced slightly. "Dick, it was Dick."

"Um, I think we should be going home, eh Selina," Barbara weakly offered to her friend?

The other woman nodded, and the two walked away.

Selina smiled at Bruce. "Tim was a doll. and don't worry about your car. it might look like it went through hell and back, but at least they are still living and breathing."

She continued out the door, and waved lightly at Alfred who had been holding the door open.

It closed with a soft thud and Alfred hurried to the kitchen.

"You are still breathing?" Bruce hissed as he looked around the room, seeing the walls and furniture all wet. "Not for long."

"Um, hey, look at the time!" Dick walked for the door, but was pulled back by Bruce.

"You are staying. and you are helping Tim." Bruce growled.

"Um, helping? What did we do?"

Bruce tightened his grip.

"Ouch, ok, ok. look, I am going to help Tim." Dick let out as he jerked away. "Owww. That hurt."

Tim smiled innocently as Bruce passed him.

"You." Bruce snapped, seeing the boy. "You help him, and when you are done, double training for cursing."

Tim watched him go with an open jaw. "That's so unfair! It's not like he never curses! Bruce is such a shi-." Dick, who cleared his throat, rudely cut him off.

"Er, I wouldn't suggest calling Bruce anything other than 'Sir'."

Tim made a face. "Yeah, well I could call him a lot more than sir."

"So rude! So mean! So naughty."

"Hey, well, I learn from the best."





Ummm, well, I might write more, and I might not. So, this just might be the ending. I have a lot to do soooo. heh!