Just a cute little bonus Barbara! It's short and I thought it would be amusing. Enjoy! Also I'm still not done with that main fic of mine.
Barbara
"What did you do Grayson?" Barbara slammed her hands down on the lunchroom table.
Her friend almost jumped out of his seat, only to bang his knees against the table.
"Wh-what do you mean?" He stuttered.
Barbara Gordon narrowed her eyes. "Well, for one thing you've been avoiding me, and look like you're about to sweat buckets."
She took some comfort to see him squirm.
"No!" His prepubescent voice squeaked. "No of course not, com-BABS! Yes, Babs I didn't do anything. Or avoiding you."
A red eyebrow twitched. "Oh really? Then what were you going to say?"
"Nothing!"
She smelt bullshit.
"It wouldn't be commissioner would it?" She asked. Because for some god damn reason Dick had been calling her freaking commissioner. That's her dad. Not her.
"Noooooo!" He strung the word out so unconvincingly. "Of course not Barbara! Why would you think that? I'm hurt."
Pursing her lips, she held her hands onto her hips. She then stared.
And stared.
And stared.
And Dick broke. "Okay!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up into the heavens above. "I just had this really weird thought that was all, 'what if Babs becomes the new commissioner?' And it just wouldn't leave. So now it's like. There's Commissioner Gordon, oh look here comes the Commissioner, and ahhhh!"
Quirking one eyebrow up, Barbara watched as the drama queen plop his face down into his food.
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.
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"Please never speak of this again." A voice mumbled from the splattered food.
Thoroughly amused, Barbara smirk. "Whatever you say potato face."
And the world returned to its status quo as her circus friend groaned into his mashed potatoes.