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Note: If you want, consider this tale to be AU. There will be descrepancies
with other Batman series and such. Please understand that this is based
upon the Animated Series and its comic books. It's just a fun lil episode.
Hope you all like it anyway. Oh, and if anyone knows the name of the
University that Dick attended in the animated series, please let me know. I
can't remember off-hand. Mahalo.
*For those of you interested in the comic book that inspired this tale it is: Batman & Robin Adventures #8- Harley and Ivy and...Robin? ______________________________________________________________________
Chapter 1:
An eight 'o clock English class had seemed like a good idea at the time Dick Grayson signed up for the class. But as he dragged himself to the back row of the classroom, he deeply regretted taking such an early class.
He dropped his bookbag on the floor before sliding into the seat. Leaning against the desk he buried his head in his arms hoping to get in a catnap before the lecture began. He felt a slight breeze as someone walked pass him. Dick turned his head to the side and opened one eye to a redhead take the desk next him. Smiling to himself, he sat half-way up, caught a lock of hair in his hand, and gave it a playful tug- it had been awhile seen he had seen Babs.
The owner of the lock of hair turned around in surprise. Her cerulean blue eyes wide and seemed to consume her fair face. Pale pink lips were parted in a silent "oh".
Dick quickly let go of her hair and his cheeks turned bright crimson when he realized that the hair didn't belong to Barbra Gordon.
"I-I-I'm sorry," he sputtered, deeply embarrassed. "I thought you were someone else."
The girl smiled engagingly. "That's all right," she told him, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She held out her hand to him. "My name's Pamela Riley. And who might you be?"
Dick relaxed and allowed himself to catch her contagious grin. "Richard Grayson. Everyone calls me Dick."
"And everyone calls me Pam." Dick noticed for the first time her British accent.
"Well, Pam," he winked, past embarrassment forgotten. The old Grayson charm was returning. "Are you new to the campus?"
"New to the city," she replied, ducking her head and giving him a shy glance.
That was more than he could have hoped for. "Gotham's a big city. Would you like me to show you around sometime?" _______________________________________________________________________
The Batmobile screeched to a halt inside the Batcave. Alfred Pennyworth waited for the driver to emerge with a slightly perturbed expression on his face. The recent problems that Bruce Wayne was having with his ward was disturbing to the butler. For the present, however, he kept his concerns to himself.
Bruce slammed the door to the Batmobile with unusual force. He removed his cowl, revealing a weary, haggard face and bloodshot eyes.
Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Anything wrong, sir?"
"Harley and Ivy are back," he ground out shortly.
"I see. Out on good behavior I presume."
"Unfortunately."
Bruce made his way over to the main computer terminal, motioning for Alfred to follow him.
"Harley was released over two months ago from Arkham," Bruce explained. "But Ivy's been laying low since her release nearly eight months ago. According to her psychiatrist, she left the country. Headed to Ireland."
"She was allowed to leave the country?" Alfred did not bother to mask his surprise.
"Yes..." Bruce's voice trailed off as he entered data into the computer. "There is full documentation of her departure, but no record of a return. She's completely covered her tracks. Too well."
It was apparent that Bruce was through speaking. Alfred deduced Bruce might need help for someone better skilled finding things that were lost in cyberspace, though he was not keen on bringing up the name of such a person.
"Shall I summon Master Grayson?"
Bruce did not immediately reply. He mulled over the suggestion for a long while before answering.
"No. He's in class now."
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Or at least he was suppose to be. Skipping class had become his new favorite hobby and Dick had decided to skip his next one in favor of staying with the new redhead in town. He took her to his favorite deli in hopes of getting to know her.
Pam was rather quiet, a bit on the shy side. That bothered Dick some; he was used to the talkative, over-eager girls that populated the campus at Gotham University. Dick found her shyness to be a breath of fresh air- a nice change from the girls he usually dated.
Over the course of the hour that they spent together before her next class began, Dick was able to learn a few things about Pamela. Though born in Gotham, she grown up in Ireland. Her parents sent her to high school in Gotham, but she had recently spent eight months back home in County Kerry. She had no siblings, and only one close friend.
"Oh, shoot," Pam cried suddenly, glancing at her watch. "I'm going to be late for class."
Dick wrinkled his nose, disappointed that the date had come to such an abrupt halt.
He didn't express the sentiment but instead flashed a charming grin.
"No prob," he said. "I'll have us a back in no time."
Pamela returned his smile. There was a certain thrill to riding around Gotham on the back of a motorcycle with a hot guy.
They were just about to Dick's ride when a large purple car swerved up onto the sidewalk. Instinctively, Grayson grabbed Pamela and pulled her into a nearby alley. The girl clung to him, more startled by his reaction than the car. Cautiously, Dick peered around the corner to better see what was going on. He knew who that car belonged to- the Joker.
The Joker and his henchmen were headed to a jewelry store near the deli he and Pam were just at. Dick frowned. The heist wasn't being carried out in typical Joker fashion. Could it be a job just to lure Batman to the scene? It was possible. Unsure of whether he should stop the crime in progress or let Batman do it, Dick tightened his grip on Pamela. If he stepped in, he would surely be busted for cutting classes and he didn't really want to tangle with Bruce...again. Of course, Bruce was more than capable of handling this on his own...if things got really bad he could always summon him.
*He won't though*, Dick thought darkly. *He never does anymore.*
Pamela was more than a little curious as to what was going on. She twisted a bit in Dick's arms trying to get a better view of the scene on the sidewalk. She just caught a glimpse of a pale-face man in a flambouyant purple suit. She just about choked.
*Oh, no. No, no, no.* she thought burying her face in Dick's shirt. *This can't be happening!*
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Sorry this is short! I wanted to get something up for you, but was short on time. Many thanks to those who have reviewed.
Cheap Plug: So you think you know who this Pamela is? If you think that I'd be that obvious you apparently have never read any of my other stuff. So why don't ya? Just kidding...sort of. Hehe. If you have stories that you'd like me to read, email me! ^_-
*For those of you interested in the comic book that inspired this tale it is: Batman & Robin Adventures #8- Harley and Ivy and...Robin? ______________________________________________________________________
Chapter 1:
An eight 'o clock English class had seemed like a good idea at the time Dick Grayson signed up for the class. But as he dragged himself to the back row of the classroom, he deeply regretted taking such an early class.
He dropped his bookbag on the floor before sliding into the seat. Leaning against the desk he buried his head in his arms hoping to get in a catnap before the lecture began. He felt a slight breeze as someone walked pass him. Dick turned his head to the side and opened one eye to a redhead take the desk next him. Smiling to himself, he sat half-way up, caught a lock of hair in his hand, and gave it a playful tug- it had been awhile seen he had seen Babs.
The owner of the lock of hair turned around in surprise. Her cerulean blue eyes wide and seemed to consume her fair face. Pale pink lips were parted in a silent "oh".
Dick quickly let go of her hair and his cheeks turned bright crimson when he realized that the hair didn't belong to Barbra Gordon.
"I-I-I'm sorry," he sputtered, deeply embarrassed. "I thought you were someone else."
The girl smiled engagingly. "That's all right," she told him, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She held out her hand to him. "My name's Pamela Riley. And who might you be?"
Dick relaxed and allowed himself to catch her contagious grin. "Richard Grayson. Everyone calls me Dick."
"And everyone calls me Pam." Dick noticed for the first time her British accent.
"Well, Pam," he winked, past embarrassment forgotten. The old Grayson charm was returning. "Are you new to the campus?"
"New to the city," she replied, ducking her head and giving him a shy glance.
That was more than he could have hoped for. "Gotham's a big city. Would you like me to show you around sometime?" _______________________________________________________________________
The Batmobile screeched to a halt inside the Batcave. Alfred Pennyworth waited for the driver to emerge with a slightly perturbed expression on his face. The recent problems that Bruce Wayne was having with his ward was disturbing to the butler. For the present, however, he kept his concerns to himself.
Bruce slammed the door to the Batmobile with unusual force. He removed his cowl, revealing a weary, haggard face and bloodshot eyes.
Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Anything wrong, sir?"
"Harley and Ivy are back," he ground out shortly.
"I see. Out on good behavior I presume."
"Unfortunately."
Bruce made his way over to the main computer terminal, motioning for Alfred to follow him.
"Harley was released over two months ago from Arkham," Bruce explained. "But Ivy's been laying low since her release nearly eight months ago. According to her psychiatrist, she left the country. Headed to Ireland."
"She was allowed to leave the country?" Alfred did not bother to mask his surprise.
"Yes..." Bruce's voice trailed off as he entered data into the computer. "There is full documentation of her departure, but no record of a return. She's completely covered her tracks. Too well."
It was apparent that Bruce was through speaking. Alfred deduced Bruce might need help for someone better skilled finding things that were lost in cyberspace, though he was not keen on bringing up the name of such a person.
"Shall I summon Master Grayson?"
Bruce did not immediately reply. He mulled over the suggestion for a long while before answering.
"No. He's in class now."
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Or at least he was suppose to be. Skipping class had become his new favorite hobby and Dick had decided to skip his next one in favor of staying with the new redhead in town. He took her to his favorite deli in hopes of getting to know her.
Pam was rather quiet, a bit on the shy side. That bothered Dick some; he was used to the talkative, over-eager girls that populated the campus at Gotham University. Dick found her shyness to be a breath of fresh air- a nice change from the girls he usually dated.
Over the course of the hour that they spent together before her next class began, Dick was able to learn a few things about Pamela. Though born in Gotham, she grown up in Ireland. Her parents sent her to high school in Gotham, but she had recently spent eight months back home in County Kerry. She had no siblings, and only one close friend.
"Oh, shoot," Pam cried suddenly, glancing at her watch. "I'm going to be late for class."
Dick wrinkled his nose, disappointed that the date had come to such an abrupt halt.
He didn't express the sentiment but instead flashed a charming grin.
"No prob," he said. "I'll have us a back in no time."
Pamela returned his smile. There was a certain thrill to riding around Gotham on the back of a motorcycle with a hot guy.
They were just about to Dick's ride when a large purple car swerved up onto the sidewalk. Instinctively, Grayson grabbed Pamela and pulled her into a nearby alley. The girl clung to him, more startled by his reaction than the car. Cautiously, Dick peered around the corner to better see what was going on. He knew who that car belonged to- the Joker.
The Joker and his henchmen were headed to a jewelry store near the deli he and Pam were just at. Dick frowned. The heist wasn't being carried out in typical Joker fashion. Could it be a job just to lure Batman to the scene? It was possible. Unsure of whether he should stop the crime in progress or let Batman do it, Dick tightened his grip on Pamela. If he stepped in, he would surely be busted for cutting classes and he didn't really want to tangle with Bruce...again. Of course, Bruce was more than capable of handling this on his own...if things got really bad he could always summon him.
*He won't though*, Dick thought darkly. *He never does anymore.*
Pamela was more than a little curious as to what was going on. She twisted a bit in Dick's arms trying to get a better view of the scene on the sidewalk. She just caught a glimpse of a pale-face man in a flambouyant purple suit. She just about choked.
*Oh, no. No, no, no.* she thought burying her face in Dick's shirt. *This can't be happening!*
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Sorry this is short! I wanted to get something up for you, but was short on time. Many thanks to those who have reviewed.
Cheap Plug: So you think you know who this Pamela is? If you think that I'd be that obvious you apparently have never read any of my other stuff. So why don't ya? Just kidding...sort of. Hehe. If you have stories that you'd like me to read, email me! ^_-