When we last saw our heroes, they were. . . aw, screw it. You already read the first chapter.

"So, Dick, tell me again how this is going to work?"

Barbara, Tim, and Dick stood on the sidewalk in front of Smallville High, dressed in. . . do you wanna know? Sure ya do. Dick was in seventies get-up (think John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever), Barbara was wearing a short plaid skirt and pigtails, and Tim was. . . wearing a toga? Oh, gawd, no!!!

Haha, got ya! They were dressed normal. . . for 'hillbillies'. Of course that would be exaggerated. Everyone thinks that Smallville's filled just a bunch of hicks. . . but they dress just like everyone else. Unfortunately no one mentioned this to the Batsquad. And there they stood at the door.

"Well Babs, we just act. . . normal. You talk to Supergirl. . . er. . . Kara! Or is it Tara? Maybe Sara. . . just ask who Supergirl is."

"Dick, you idiot! I don't think anyone would know."

"Oh really?" Dick sneered. "Okay then. Hey YOU!" Dick pointed at some buck- toothed kid passing by. "Who is Supergirl?"

"Kara Kent." The kid answered.

"Aha! I knew it was Kara!"

"Yo, dude, I was just kidding. I seriously don't know."

"You were lying?!" screamed Tim. "In the words of Stewey, hee-hee-hee I am going to KILL YOU!!" And Tim lunged at the kid.

"Eegads! My leg! Lay off, you fag!" Bucktooth kicked Tim in the face as Barbara and Dick looked on. Tim began to cry.

"I'm not a fag! I hate you, man! I swear, I can't go anywhere without being reminded of past mistakes! You people just don't forget anything! I'm going to kill myself!" Tim ran away. Barbara and Dick exchanged looks.

"Okay, item one." Said Barbara. "Tomorrow Tim starts psychotherapy. Item two. . . we meet this. . . Kara."

"I'll charm the pants right off of her", said Dick cheerfully.

"Yeah, and die trying. How about just being nice and not act like yourself?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You're retarded, Dick. I'm almost surprised you haven't figured that out by now."

"I know you are, but what am I?!" Dick chanted.

Barbara just stared at him, and sighed.

"No seriously, what am I? I need to know!" Dick pleaded, grinning.

"Dick?"

"Yes, dahling?"

"Shut the hell up."

Dick hung his head. "Yes ma'am."

They walked inside, and found trail of blood down the hallway.

"Wow." Said Barbara. "Tim wasn't joking this time. Oh well."

As they walked toward the office, a pretty blonde raced toward them, carrying Tim.

"Hey, you two, stop!"

Dick and Barbara turned around to face her. Tim's face was covered with blood.

"What did you do to him?" Dick screamed. "Oh god, Tim!"

Dick raced to the girl, and took Tim in his arms, hugging the boy. "Oh, Timmy! I never got to confess my undying love for you! Dear god, not even death can tear us apart! I will love you for all time, dear sweet Timothy!"

With that, Dick kissed Tim.

Tim jerked up suddenly. "Damnit Dick! Now people are really gonna think I'm a fag!"

Barbara laughed. "They already do."

"Tim, oh god! You're alive!" Dick stopped.

"You ruined my life! You know my secret! I'm going to kill you!"

Dick dropped to the floor, unconscious. Barbara smiled. "What is this, play dead day?"

The pretty blonde just looked at them like they were crazy.

Tim smiled, then kicked Dick in the face. Dick groaned and got up.

"Hey dipstick, only I can get away with playing dead."

Dick sat up, still in the floor. "You're suicidal, man!"

"No I'm not! I was playing!"

"Do me a favor guys, and both of you die!" Barbara sneered.

Tim rolled his eyes at her. "Guys. . ." said the blonde.

"WHAT?!" yelled Barbara and Tim.

The girl laughed. "Tim didn't try to kill himself. He got hungry and was caught eating ketchup."

"Really?" said Barbara.

"Nope just kidding." The girl smiled. "Jack van Miller and his gang tried to make him this years' scarecrow. The kid put up a fight and managed to get away, with just a painted face. I found him in the bushes."

"Thanks. . . er. . . what's your name?" said Barbara.

"Kara Kent."

"Hey, like Supergirl!" Barbara squealed.

"Hey like yeah!" Kara squealed back.

"So like wanna ditch school and go shopping?"

"Like HELL YEAH!!"

"But wait a second", said Barbara. "I have to talk to Supergirl, and tell her to follow the evil in her heart and join the new and improved, 'Eeeeeeee-vil' Batsquad."

She put extra stress on the Ee-vil part.

"Oh yeah, that's right", said Kara. "But wait, I'm Supergirl."

"Nah, Supergirl's taller."

"And kinky", said Dick.

"Who asked you?" said Barbara.

"Who cares?" said Dick.

Barbara rolled her eyes. "So like Kara, have you seen my car?"

"Dude, where is your car?"

"Dude. Where's my car?"

"Dude, where's your car?"

"Dude, where's my car?"

"Dude, where's your car?"

"Dude where's my car?"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, BAT-WHORE!!!" screamed Dick. "YOU DON'T HAVE A DAMNED CAR, OKAY!"

Barbara stared at him with a blank expression. "Oh yeah. Heehee I am Batgirl, aren't I?"

Dick shook his head. Tim was trying to break the glass cabinet because. . . well, who knows.

"No, way! You're Batgirl?" said Kara.

"Yeah!"

"Sweet!"

"Dude!"

"Sweet!"

"Dude!"

"Sweet!" "No, Dude, seriously, I just thought of something."

"Yeah?"

"I like cheese."

"Cool me too!"

"Hey wait a second", said Barbara. "I'm not a whore!"

Dick sighed, then grinned. "I was wondering if you'd catch that one."

Suddenly, Kara and Barbara took clubs that appeared magically behind their backs and hit the boys over the heads with them. Dick and Tim fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Cool! Now let's go shopping!"

"Okay, Kara! Wait, I think I'm forgetting something."

"Like what?"

"Like a mission."

"Like what kind of mission?"

"I'm not sure."

"Was it important?"

"Yeah, real important."

"Really important?"

"Yeah."

"Really really important?"

"Yeah."

"Really, really, really important?"

"Yeah."

"So do we have to do it now?"

"Well, we can't if I don't know what it is."

"Oh yeah." The girls thought for a moment. Or at least, they tried to.

"Let's make up a new one!" squealed Kara.

"Okay, what will we do?" squealed Barbara.

"Let's go toilet paper the Daily Planet, then go shopping!"

"Cool!" said Barbara. "You really are just like Supergirl!"

"I know!"

"So what do we do with the boys?"

Barbara grinned. "I have an excellent idea. Mwahahahaha. Mwahahahaha. . . cough cough Oh that's hard to do with a chest cold!"

The two cheerful superteens skipped away merrily and singing the Snow White theme song as they dragged the unconscious boys behind them. Oh, the agony.

Heehee what's up ppl?

Batthing—as always, love hearing from you! Anyhow if this didn't turn out. . . screw it. Lol It seemed funnier in my head.

I hate Winn-Dixie!! And oh, the carnage there could be in this little story of mine. lifts pinky to mouth, like Dr. Evil Mwahahahaha. . .