"-and when you've figured out how to actually remember an important date, then maybe you can talk to me! But until then, stay out of my sight!"

Dick's eyes screwed together. He wakes up from a wonderful pre-patrol nap to Barbara yelling at him? Their "romantic date" was supposed to be the next day. It was marked on his calendar and everything. "Babs, please. C'mon, listen. Hadn't we postponed for tomorrow? " He shuffled to his small kitchen and pointed at his Superman calendar. "Look. I had it marked with the time and everything."

"Something came up. If you checked your phone once in a while maybe you would have already known that!"

Dick stared at his girlfriend for a moment before silently digging into his pocket and pulling out his iPhone. Sure enough, as he slid his thumb across the locked screen to unlock it, he was immediately assaulted with numerous notifications. Eight total calls and text messages from Barbara, and one message from Tim, surprisingly. He opened Barbara's first, since her facial expressions were growing from calm to annoyed at a rate he did not like.

Dick, can't make tomorrow. Is today still okay?

You get my last message? I can't make it tomorrow, but today opened up. Go figure.

One Missed Call From Barbara Gordon

One Missed Call From Barbara Gordon

Helllooo?

Dick... Are you taking your "nap" early or something?

OPEN YOUR PHONE NOW RICHARD.

One Missed Call From Barbara Gordon

I'm coming over. You had better hope you're ready.

Oh. Richard raised a sheepish hand to his head and slid his phone (his once silent ringer now up to full volume...although he could have sworn that it was already on audio...) back into his pocket. When he looked back up, Barbara was already at his door. "Heh. Well, how about that, hm? I'm sorry. Just-just give me maybe ten minutes and we can go wherever you-"

"No!"

He paused. "No?"

"No. I told you why earlier," She crossed her thin arms across her chest and looked away.

Dick was pleading with his girlfriend now, "But, Barbara! Please, I was asleep! How was I sup-?"

Barbara huffed and slammed the door in his face mid sentence. The squeal of tires was heard from inside his apartment just moments later.

"Over reaction, much?" He mumbled angrily to himself, already moving back to couch that was just simply calling his name. "I'll have to call her later…"

There was a faint rustle behind him, and Dick tensed. Someone in here? How?

"Your sorry excuse for an apartment smells horrible, Grayson."

...I should have seen that coming. "Hello to you too, Dami'. How long have you been here?" Dick's muscles relaxed, and he allowed himself to lay down comfortably on his sofa.

There was a sudden dip at the very edge of his temporary bed and he allowed himself to smile despite what he knew his brother was about to answer him with.

"Long enough to know that you won't be in Gordon's sight for a long while. You know, I thought you would have learned by now.." Damian idly glanced at an opened pizza box haphazardly strewn on his older brother's counter.

The acrobat groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Damian, what are you talking about?"

"No dates," he replied seriously, "only justice."

Damian barely dodged the pillow cushion aimed for his chest.

Haha, oh, Damian.. & I realize that Barbara may be a bit OOC in this one. Sorry, I guess?

-Thwipity