This chapter took me so much longer to write than it should have, three days my friends, three days. It's only 2,000 words, but the whole idea took me SO long to figure out. Man, I hope you guys like it, at least. I know I liked some of the final product!

Disclaimer: I do not own any character or scene that appears in Young Justice. I own the character, Diana Crane and her whole story (including parents). All associations or similarities to Diana Crane are completely coincidential. I also own any of the scenes that do not occur in Young Justice.

Gotham City

August 5, 21: 08 EDT

"Mister Queen, Miss Lance, Miss Crane." Alfred regarded us at the main entrance of Wayne Manor. "Welcome. I'm glad you could come."

"We're glad to be here, Alfred." Ollie answered politely, and ushered us into the mansion's ballroom. "Diana, remember to smile and please try to not ignore guests this time."

I gave Ollie a very wide, and forced grin. "Whatever you say, Oliver."

Dinah grabbed my wrist, pulling me away from the families and guests coming into the gigantic marble room. She straightened my long black dress, and looked over the tight bun over my head. "Alright, seems to me that you look close to perfect. Let's go."

Ollie and Dinah walked with their arms interlinked in front of me, and of course, I trailed behind them. Bruce Wayne was having one of his infamous charity balls tonight, and the place was definitely packed.

There were adults ranging from twenty to sixty years of age, and all of them wore tuxedos or extremely expensive and fancy dresses. Some men and women came up to me, trying to chat me up, so that when they tried making business with Oliver Queen, they would have an advantage.

Something most of these people had in common? They were stuck up, high-class women and men.

"Oh, what a lovely lady you are! Mister Queen and Miss Lance are so lucky that they've got such wonderful company!" A woman, who obviously had plastic surgery, sipped her champagne.

I smiled as much as I could. "Oh, you're too kind, Mrs. Porter!"

And with that final note, I escaped the forever-growing circle around me.

I tucked the small pieces of my chestnut hair that did not go into my bun behind my ear. If I didn't find Dick soon, I think I was going to start punching civilians. That wasn't going to be good on my superhero record.

Hey, wasn't Barbara coming to the charity ball, too?

Those thoughts filled me with happiness. I hadn't seen the redhead in such a long time, almost a week and a half. It was a wonder how she hadn't called Dick or I.

I strolled through the ballroom, my black shoes clicking on the marble beneath me. I smiled gracefully in different directions at different people.

"So, Miss Crane, excited to be here?" Barbara interlinked our arms, giving me a warm welcoming smile.

That was probably the first real joyful expression she had given anyone tonight, not counting Alfred.

"Well, Miss Gordon, as much as I enjoy a good party," I mused, "This is just not my style."

Barbara burst into giggles. "I haven't seen you in so long, Ana!"

I nodded in agreement, "A week and a half, to be exact. Why didn't you call?"

"My dad and I were out in Louisiana, we decided to take a short vacation."

"How was it?"

"My dad played police twice when we were there and almost got arrested. He isn't supposed to go out incarcerating bad guys if he's not from the state."

I snorted. "A police officer almost got arrested."

Barbara rolled her clear blue eyes, "Oh, the irony."

At that point we had worked our way through the mass of people, and were standing in front of the buffet table. I saw Bruce and Dick talking to two men in grey tuxedos.

I gave Dick a small wave, and he grinned. He signalled us to wait about three minutes.

I sighed, "Want to get some food?"

Barbara smirked, "It is an all you can eat buffet."

The two of us walked toward the plates, and that's when I truly noticed what Barbara was wearing. It was the dark green dress from Chanel that I had bought her months back.

I smiled, remembering how much she'd protested about it being too costly for her. We had so much fun that day, and I could tell that me buying that dress for her had delighted nevertheless.

"I like your dress." I said without looking up from the grapes and cheese in my plate. Classy food.

Barbara looked down, and grinned at me. "Well, I had to wear it someday. I wasn't going to let one thousand dollars go to waste in my closet."

I nodded, "It looks good on you."

"Thanks, Ana." Barbara gave my naked shoulder a squeeze. "Nice choice of dress. Black looks great on your skin tone."

"I agree, Babs. She does look good." We turned around to see Dick with a smirk on his face. "But why would Dinah buy you a strapless dress? Isn't it too much for thirteen?"

I rolled my eyes, "Well, dad, you see…I'm a big girl now."

Dick smiled at me. Barbara moved in to hug him, explaining how she was out in Louisiana with her dad this past week and that's why she hadn't called either of us.

"We should go up stairs. I'm already sick of all these people trying to compliment me." Dick came closer to us, whispering in front of our faces.

"Dick, you, out of the three of us, should have expected to be bombarded by compliments." I rolled my eyes.

"Stop trying to show off the fact that people think that you're amazing!" Barbara stuck her tongue out, and encouraged us to follow her up.

I took one last thing from the food table, an apple, and together we went up the grand staircase to the manor's large living room.

I sat on the couch, Barbara and Dick fanning out on either side of me. Barbara and I ate in silence, and we often slapped Dick's hand away from our plates of food.

"C'mon, just a little bit?" Dick pouted cutely.

"Don't do the puppy eyes." I commanded. "Don't. Do. The—Ah, fine!"

I gave into his gaze and placed three grapes and one piece of cheese in his outstretched hand.

"Diana, you really need to learn to not give into him. He could get away with murder!" Barbara exclaimed.

Dick and I smirked at each other, "What makes you think he hasn't gotten away with it, yet?"

Barbara stared at us for a few seconds, but we were silent. Soon, her eyes widened profoundly, and she scooted farther away from us. My smirk widened one more inch every time that she slid more and more across from us.

Dick cackled, "All right, I think that's enough horror for the night."

"Are you kidding me?" I looked at him incredulously, "We still need to watch one of those new horror movies that Bruce bought!"

Barbara gazed at us suspiciously, "So no murder, right? 'Cause I would have to hand you over to my dad."

"Nope."

"No murderers here."

"If you don't count Bruce…"

"D!"

I laughed loudly, "I'm sorry, Dick. I just had to say that!"

Dick rolled his eyes, "We're watching Paranormal Activity Four."

Barbara grinned in excitement, but I just sat in nervous silence. So, I could kick the Joker, Riddler, Amazo, and Bane's sorry butts, but I definitely didn't like watching Paranormal Activity. Any other horror movie, I was completely fine with, but I feared this one.

I was Timeless, The Only Female Time Controller, though. I had to watch it, or else I might dishonour the name of the time controlling industry.

Now, we couldn't let that happen.

Dick looked at me, and smugly smirked. "What's wrong, D? Afraid of the PA number four?"

I straightened my dress, "In your dreams, Dick. Bring it on." And so, the movie started.

Okay, I'm not exactly going to say that I put my brave facade on and didn't scream or anything. I actually did shriek, a lot, too. I hid my face more times than I can recall in Dick's neck, and Barbara's shoulder.

We didn't stop the movie, though, and I knew why. Dick and Barbara were very much aware of my ginormous pride, and how deeply maddened I would be if they stopped the movie only because of me.

They both tried comforting me as much as they could, Dick even gave me a light peck on the forehead to try and soothe me.

It worked for about ten seconds, but then I started slightly trembling again.

Almost at the end of the movie Alfred came up, "Miss Gordon, your father says it is time for you to leave."

Barbara groaned in annoyance. "The one night we get to spend together, the one night I have to leave early."

My eyes widened, "My right side is going to be vulnerable for any ghost to pull me to the dark hallway and kill me!"

Dick cackled softly, and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Well, Barbara, we'll walk you down. It's not going to be fun watching the movie with her."

I punched his arm, but quickly held on to it again. "Yeah, we'll go with you."

The three of us walked down, Alfred behind us. We made light talk on the way down, but mostly, it was Barbara and Dick teasing me for being so frightened by such a bad horror movie.

I could feel Dick's joking was ever more teasing because, common, a super heroine that has fought some of the maddest men in the world being scared of Paranormal Activity?

It was almost like I willingly let him blackmail me.

We reached the entrance, where Commissioner Gordon was waiting for his daughter to reach him. "Bye, Dick. Bye, Diana!"

"Bye, Barbie!"

"Bye, Babs!"

Before Barbara followed her dad to the car she turned to us, "We should hang out more often."

Dick and I nodded in agreement, waving to her as she left.

We whirled around, looking at the party. There was still a multitude of people in the ballroom, but a lot of guests had left home. It was about ten o'clock, now.

Some people had to go to work tomorrow, and for that, they needed to sleep.

I raised my head just an inch to look at Dick who was smiling at me. Ever since our mission in Cadmus, Dick had grown a few centimeters taller than me. I kind of liked it. Not that I was ever telling him that, though. "What is it, Wonder Boy?"

"I can't believe you were scared of that movie so badly! I think you cut off my blood circulation a few times."

I smirked at him. "I didn't hear you complain."

"I didn't want to complain."

"Okay, now you're making absolutely no sense."

"Do I have to make sense?"

"Considering that the words 'whelming' and 'aster' don't make sense, then no."

"Exactly."

We chuckled, almost as if we were a bit timid to continue the conversation.

Suddenly, Dick grabbed me, leading us to where the older couples were dancing together to classical lounge music. "Uh, Dick?"

"Yes?" He answered, wrapping his arm around my waist and taking my hand with his own.

I sighed, a soft smile planted on my lips. I preferred not questioning when he looked at me like that. "Nothing. Just, I had fun today."

I placed my arm around his neck, and we were pushed in so close that there was almost no room between us.

"Me too. The three of us should hang out every week, at least."

"You know that our 'extra curricular activities' take up a lot of our time, Wonder Boy."

"Yeah, but still."

I let out a blissful laugh as Dick spun me around three times before I was in my original spot again. I rested my head on his shoulder, the black fabric of his expensive tuxedo tickling my chin.

We kept going like this, Dick spinning and twirling me, and I laughing occasionally.

We danced in silence, and there was a wonderful stillness in between us two, one that I did not want to break.

I could only describe this dance with my best friend as wondrous, as fantastic, as quiet, and as something else that I couldn't put my finger on.

The best part about it? I knew Dick felt the same about this moment.

At the same time, I was almost sure that he would never feel the same for me as I did him. Dick would never have the same passion that I kept. I knew that he would probably end up with Barbara, fiery hair and clear blue eyes, or Bette Kane, with her pretty blond hair and perfect skin. Never me, no, not with my normal brown hair and cloudy Caribbean eyes. Not when there were girls with more curves, with more body, than me.

Without a warning, the song ended and we both looked at each other. I could see Dick had so many expressions running through his eyes, flashing and disappearing before I could place the emotion.

This only fed my insecurity, even if the arrogant side of me told me that it was a good sign.

"Let's go upstairs. I want to watch another movie." I told him, pulling faintly at his hand that hadn't left mine even after the dance ended.

"How about we watch the last James Bond movie?" Dick smiled, snapping out of the trance he was in a few seconds ago.

"You read my mind, as always, Wonder Boy."

That night, Ollie and Dinah were one of the last guests to leave the party. Of course, since they were one of the last ones, we left at two o'clock in the morning.

Dick and I had fallen asleep on the couch apparently, our feet tangled with each other.

Bruce had taken two pictures of the two of us, giving one of the copies to Dinah for me.

When I got home, I put the picture on my nightstand. That's where I intended it to be kept for so long Dick and I were friends.

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