Chapter 3: Out To Eat.
Tim sat in a booth at Outback Steakhouse, waiting for Barbara to show up. She had offered to treat him to dinner.
"Where is she?" Tim asked himself before he heard someone approaching. He looked and saw Barbara.
"Sorry I'm a little late." Barbara said before she sat across from him.
"What kept you?" Tim asked before he took a sip of drink.
"Just had some work to do for school." Barbara answered.
After ordering, the two of them discussed several things over the course of steak, lobster and fries.
"So tell me what happened next." Tim said as Barbara told him about a time in high school when a girl did something that embarrassed herself.
"She ended up falling off the top of the pyramid and she fell so that she landed right in the drink cooler. She was dripping wet and everyone laughed because her hair was green with soda!" Barbara said before she started laughing, as did Tim.
"Oh, man. That is embarrassing." Tim said as Barbara sprinkled a little bit of hot sauce on her steak before she took a bite. Her eyes widened before she spit it on her plate.
"Wow. That sauce is SPICY." she said before Tim said, "Chicken."
"Chicken? You think you might can do better? Well, why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" Barbara asked as she pushed the bottle at him.
"All right. If I can drink about a small glass worth of this, you have to buy us all the ice cream we can eat." Tim said as he took it.
"Okay." Barbara said. Tim then took the bottle and drank a glass bottom worth of the hot sauce. He put it down with an arrogant smirk before he started sweating.
"Tim, are you okay?" Barbara asked before steam blew out of his ears and nose. Tim quickly grabbed his drink and poured the whole cup empty, trying to cool down the spice.
Barbara looked around quickly before she said, "Here you go, Tim." after she grabbed a lemon out of her glass of tea and squeezed the juice out before having him drink it.
"Whew, that's better." Tim said.
"You all right?" Barbara asked.
"Yeah, but don't forget what you said." Tim said.
Barbara smiled before she called to the waiter, "Excuse me, can we get the best ice cream you have to offer?"
After getting two large ice creams filled with M&M's, the two of them dug in, finishing it as quick as a flash before they both let out loud burps.
"Boy, did that hit the spot." Tim said.
"You said it." Barbara said before Tim banged on the table.
"Waiter, let's get another round over here!" he said, at which point the waiter stuck two more of the ice creams on their table, which they inhaled like Kirby.
"Oh, Mr. Waiter, two more please!" Barbara called, at which another two ice creams were put in front of them, making them both go, "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" before they downed those.
"Waiter!" Tim shouted, waving his arm. Cue more ice cream flying around.
"Oh, Waiter!" Tim said, spinning his finger around while Barbara had her bowl up to her mouth.
"Waiter!" Barbara called in a singsong voice.
"Waiiii-tooor!" Tim said with his arm around Barbara's shoulder and they leaned back, acting like they had too much to drink.
"WAITER!" Barbara said in a false angry tone, slamming her fists on the table.
"Why do I always get the crazy ones?" the waiter asked herself.
Having had way too much ice cream, the two of them went to the show stage and Barbara said into the microphone, "All right, fellas! This one goes out to my best friend, Tim Drake! It's a little diddy we call…"
"WAITER!" they both yelled before falling onto their backs.
Next morning, Barbara woke up and found herself in a bed inside GCPD. She sat up, holding her head.
"What happened?" she asked before her father stormed in.
"Young lady, you'd better have a good explanation for what happened last night." he said in a tone that let her know he meant business.
"Dad? How did I get here?" Barbara asked as she climbed out of her bed.
"We got a call from someone who recognized you at Outback and I found you and Tim passed out on the floor." Gordon answered.
"I guess we must have had too much ice cream and had a sugar crash." Barbara said as she remembered everything.
"Ice cream? Oh, okay." Gordon said in relief, putting two and two together.
That's when the door opened and in walked Tim, "Hey, Barbara." he said.
"Hey, Tim? You feeling okay?" Barbara asked.
"Of course." Tim said.