Chapter 2

Gotham is not exactly the greatest place in the world to visit. Especially considering Richard was trying to show this cute alien girl around.

He had tried to point her towards the nicest things he could think of. But she had to stay hidden, in the alleys so no could see her. He didn't want the government to catch her and dissect her or something.

"Starfire, this is called a hamburger." He stated, handing her a McDonalds burger. Fast food, lame but he thought giving her some food would be a good idea.

The alien girl looked it over, and became confused. "What is this burger of ham friend Robin?" She opened the bread and sniffed it.

"It's food Starfire, you can eat it." Robin answered. She closed the burger and bit into it, started to chew, then her face grew happy once again. She opened the burger and threw the meat off. She looked to the top piece of bread and began to lick it.

"What is this glorious yellow substance on it?" She asked after she cleaned the last of it off.

"Uh…mustard." Richard responded, looked kind of repulsed.

"May I have more?"

"Maybe later…Uh…now that you've eaten we should look around this city." Richard stated. Starfire nodded and grabbed his arms, and took flight holding him close as she flew above the buildings.

Now Dick Grayson had spent his life flipping and risking death in mid air with no safety net. But this even freaked him out.

"Starfire!" Dick screamed as they went even higher into the air. She looked to him concerned. "Can we fly a little closer to the ground please!" He pleaded.

She smiled and nodded. "Of course friend Robin." She lowered herself until they were only just above the roofs of the buildings below. She then flew forward, and faced her new found friend once again.

"What should we do now that we've eaten?" He question. He knew so little about this city, but he didn't want his new and odd friend to not enjoy herself. "Hey, I think I have an idea."

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Someone watched the two through his high powered binoculars, with interest. "Looks like an alien…with a teenage boy?" He said into his communicator.

"Well, I cannot explain why children today do such odd things master Bruce. I gave up trying to do that when rap music was introduced." Replied Alfred through the communicator.

The stone cold face old Batman was unchanged. "I don't think this thing is hostile. But I'd better keep a watch on it. And this boy, run his picture through the computer, let's try and get an I.D. on him."

"Of course Master Bruce and I take it you will be late for dinner once again tonight?"

"Just put it in the fridge. I'll microwave it when I get home."

To Be Continued

Author's Note: Short chapter huh? Sorry, I'll make the next one longer; I'm just getting a bit of writers block lately. Talk later.