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CHAPTER 2:

Barbara leaned back on her chair in front of her computer, she rubbed her eyes and thought about the recent case the 'Bird's of Prey' were trying to solve. She turned to a desk, and went through all sorts of maps and finally found the object of her search. She pulled out the paper, and read it mentally. Just then, one of her cameras went on. Babs smiled as she saw Black Canary trying to get out of her defense security.

Babs clicked a button on her keyboard and turned to the window behind her.

"Hey Girl Friend! What's up?" Babs laughed at the blonde who seemed so tired from her last trip.

" . . . Hey Babs . . ." Dinah Lance responded, rubbing her head.

"Oh c'mon! at least we solved the case."

"Yeah! Oh Man! Did you see me kick ass? I was gooOd!" Dinah said leaning against a desk.

"Yeah well, you couldn't have solved it without ME doing all the paper work!"

"True,"

"So, what brings you to Gotham?"

"Oh, just dirty mind I guess . . . I wanted to congratulate you and Grayson about the engagement, sorry I wasn't around for the big party."

"Hey it's alright! But . . . uh . . . Dick isn't here, he had to go to Blüdhaven."

"WHAAT?! And miss the big night?!"

"HeY! We did that last night already okay?" Barbara blushed at the last words.

"Riiiiiight!"

"Okay, whatever,"

"Listen, can ya give an old friend an extra blanket for the night? I don't wanna go back hoome!" She squealed.

"Oh Alright!"

"Thanks a bunch pal!"

Dinah turned and towards the leaving room "I better change . . . got any comfortable clothes?"

Dick entered his apartment through the window. He sighed and removed his Nightwing mask, which followed by the top. Cuts, bruises, blood, all scattered across his body. He sighed, "10 muggings, 2 jail breaks, and 50 assassination attempts! Boy! This is by far the most crime spree this month!" Dick turned towards the bathroom and began taking out all the medication he needed to cure the injuries, in case of any infection. Dick sat on his bed and began with his back, he sighed and wondered how Babs would've cured it. 'With her tender little hands' he thought and continued his task. Dick looked at the digital-clock, it flashed 3:30 am. 2 hours later, it was now 5:30 am. Dick went to the kitchen and opened his fridge, empty: no prepared meal, "Drats." He cursed. There was no time for shopping these days. And the milk cart was empty too. He sighed and decided to eat out.

Barbara and Dinah were chomping at a delicious chicken salad Babs made at lunch.

"Mm, this is good. I mean really good!" Said Dinah with a mouth-full. Babs smiled and finished her meal in record time.

"Whoa! Whoa! Where are you going?" asked Dinah, sipping her soda.

"What? One plate of sal~ad is all I can give to my neatly scheduled diet." Barbara smirked with her best 'Alfred' accent.

"Yeah whatever that just means more lettuce for me! Literally."

Babs smiled and took her plate, glass and spoon & fork towards the sink. She dumped all of the dishes in soapy water, deciding to clean them later. "Wonder what Dick might be doing . . ." Babs said, thinking out loud. And then, noticing her mistake. "Ohh! PoOr Babsy miss her widdle boy-fwiend!" Dinah teased making the best Tweety bird impression.

"Oh knock it off Dinah!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Babs frowned and wheeled herself towards the fridge.

"Oh c'mon Babs! Its not every day you get to live at your best-friend's house! Eating her finely cooked meals, and brag about it!"

"Well . . . true I guess." Babs teased back.

"SO! Whaddya wanna do now?"

"Ah, listen, Dinah! Could you pleeease act a bit more yourself?!"
"Hey! It's a blonde thing!"

" . . . Right,"

The Bat-mobile slowly entered the dark and huge, Bat-cave. Bruce got out and entered a disk on the Bat-computer. He searched various files on the disk and finally stared at the laughing face in front of him - - "Joker. I should have known it would be you." He said back at the screen.

"Oh! Master Bruce? How was the evening sir?" Alfred Pennyworth called from up the stairs.

Batman removed his mask and stood up to confront the old man.

"Not so good Alfred, The Joker is on the lose again, and I think he is out to get Jim this time."

"My word sir!" Bruce nodded slowly. He removed his cape and left in side the room to change into his 'civilian' clothes. "I should say sir," Alfred continued, he knew that Bruce could still hear him. "Master Dick told me to tell you that Ronald Deasmond –AKA- The Block Buster, has set a deal with The Penguin."

Bruce emerged, he glared at Joker's face on the screen opposite to him. "Things are complicated Alfred . . . too complicated."

TBC

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PLEASE tell me if I should write more! And that should I do more Dick/Babs things?