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CHAPTER 3:

Dick Grayson sipped the last drop of his Coca-Cola can. He had been eating at a near-by diner, a familiar joint, named as 'Hogan's Alley'.

Dick finished his lasagna when he heard his mobile phone beep.

"Hello?" He clicked to receive.

"Hello Dick," came the dark, serious voice from the other line.

"Oh Hey Bruce!" Dick nearly jumped at his 'father's' voice. If Alfred ever found out 'Master Richard' was eating at an old shabby bar named as a restaurant, his days in Blüdhaven would be over.

"Shhhh, keep it down." Batman whispered back.

"Oh yeah, hold on a sec." Dick got up from his seat and yelled the old man over at the counter; "Hey put that on my tab Hulkamania!"

"Ha, ha, I'm dyin' with laughter!" Hogan joked back, wiping out a dish-plate.

Dick quickly ran outside the building and stood at an alley.

"All clear, what's up?"

"You're the one who called me remember? About Penguin and Blockbuster?"

"Oh yeah! That one, I heard the scoop while tracking down Dead Shot."

"Dead Shot is in Blüdhaven?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, I see . . ."

"Bruce listen, there has been a major break out at Lock-Haven while I was gone. I think most of my rough's gallery has been busted open. They are all lose here!"

" . . .Strange, there had been a break down in Arkham Asylum as well! The Joker escaped."

Dick paused in shock, he felt everything all at once, hatred, mad, a thrust for revenge . . .

"Dick?"

" . . .yea . . . Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah,"

"I will be busy with these guys, and I think, I might need your help if the Alliance between Deasmond and Cobblepot takes place."

" . . .Sure . . . no problem kemosabe."

The line clicked close. Dick leaned against the wall, banging his head in frustration. 'Why now? Why after such a special occasion? Why Babs? Why . . ."

Robin zipped across Gotham, he came upon the Clock Tower and to most of them: The Oracle's Lair.

He landed on the rooftop and made a cheesy grin in front of the camera. "Heeeey! Babs! Lemme in!"

Dinah had been doing Barbara's hair, rubbing them with coconut oil.

"So tell me again, exactly why am I doing this?" Babs said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I hear its good for the hair!"

" . . .Right, like I have time for my hair."

"Hey! You DO wanna do with Dick don't you?"

" . . . Ah . . ."

"HEY! WILL SOMEONE PLEASE LET THIS COLD BIRD INNNNN?!" Tim screamed outside a window.

Dinah rushed to the window and opened it.

"Thank you."

"What's up boy blunder?" Dinah teased, rubbing his hair with her oily hand.

"HeeY! What did you do to my well – gelled hair?!"

Babs shook her head, "What brings you here Tim?"

"Oh! I was just in the neighborhood thought I'd drop by!"

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Hey wait a minute, why didn't my security cameras go off?" And realization stroke Babs - - they weren't alone . . .

TBC

A/N: SO? Should I continue? Lemme know! Or should I write the next part in another story entitled 'Nightwing and Oracle – the crisis of Asylum' or something? Yeah sounds corny! You tell me!