Chapter Two:

"Tim! What are you doing?!"

Tim looked down offstage to where his friend stood. "I plan to sing Barb... don't worry... I used to do this all the time back in the day."

"I am sure you did." The girl grunted as she watched Tim prance onstage. "Dare I wonder what he is singing..." She moved away, planning to hide from him until he was done. That way he couldn't call her onstage or anything stupid.

She lifted her hand to shield the sunrays from her eyes and she sighed, looking around for Dick. The music to 'I'm A Believer' suddenly filled the air, and Barbara blushed from instinct.

"At least he can't do anything terrible with this one. Where did Dick go?"

"Hey all." Tim yelled to the crowd. "This is a remix to Smash mouth's remix of their first remix of the Monkee's 'I'm a Believer!' Hope you all enjoy." Then with that he began to sing.

"I thought Algebra was meant for geeks...

Meant for someone else, but not for me.

The teachers were out to get me,

That's the way it seemed...

Failure haunted all my dreams.

Then I got a tutor, now I'm a passing...

Without a chance, of failing this class,

I'm in love, ohhh, with Algebra,

I couldn't leave it, though I try!

"Alfred, is it just me, or does that sound like Tim over the speakers?" Bruce Wayne questioned as he lowered his sunglasses, blinking at the butler a few feet away.

"It sounds a deal like the young master sir, but I doubt it is him..." Alfred hurried to say. He looked toward the stage a deal away, but couldn't make out the form. "I doubt it is him, Master Dick was with him... you gave them both instructions not to do anything rash. Especially after that terrible embarrassment with the press last month."

Bruce nodded, glaring at the tea that Alfred had handed him. "We will see."

"I thought Algebra was more or less a given thing,

Seems the more I gave, the less I got, oh yeah.

What's the use of trying?

All I do is fail.

When I wanted B's I got D's.

Then I got a tutor, now I'm a passing...

Without a chance, of failing my tests,

I'm in love, with Algebra,

I couldn't leave it, though I try!"

"So I told him, 'Hey man, that's my coat.' And he turned around, and guess who it was..." Dick Grayson nodded to the group of girls around him.

"We couldn't guess Dicky." One giggled.

"Now get this, it was Humberto Ramos!" He lifted his head as Tim's voice flooded through the speakers.

"Who is Ramos?" One girl questioned.

"Umm, I have to go." Dick let out as he jumped up. "Nice taking to you though!" He growled as he raced down the shore.

"What's the use of trying?

All I do is fail.

When I wanted B's I got D's.

Then I got a tutor, now I'm a passing...

Without a chance, of failing my tests,

I'm in love, with Algebra,

I couldn't leave it, though I try!

Then I got a tutor, now I'm a passing...

Without a chance, of failing my tests,

I'm in love, with Algebra,

I couldn't leave it, though I try!"

Tim bowed as the crowd went wild with applause. He gave a small wave and tapped the microphone. "I'll be here all afternoon... that song was for Barbara Gordon! My tutor in math! But truth be told, I am still failing, so I think that maybe something is wrong."

"Tim!" Barbara squeaked as she ducked down, hiding her face.