A/N- I somehow managed to get the internet up and running on my brother's computer... Thus... Part two has been rescued. Sometimes I swear that computer is out for my blood. (So, why don't you use a different computer?) Hey shut up! Nobody asked you! (You did.) No I didn't (Yes you d- wait what are you doing with that bat?) Practicing my future career in pest control! (ACK!)

So now that that's been dealt with... On with the chapter!

I've Got Your Back

Part 2/3

To say she wasn't expecting the call was an understatement.

After a long day of doing nothing she was ready to scream. Most of the time Gotham was a deadly city, and full of so much action, thrill seekers everywhere were fleeing the city in caravans. Then there were the rare days like the one she was having… B to the O-R-I-N-G.

She really shouldn't have been complaining, because boring meant the city was safe, as safe as it could be at least. To her it just felt strange; Gotham wasn't supposed to be safe. She had half a mind to go bust some villains out of Arkham just to liven things up. She didn't however act on these fantasies, because Batman would kill her, and it was a school night after all.

All she could do with her time was lie on her bed and stare at the ceiling. Then ponder about why ceilings were always white. When she finally got her own place, every ceiling would be some ridiculous color. Staring with purple.

In all honesty, she had no idea how long she stared at the ceiling. It seemed like the digital clock on her bed side table was mocking her. It sat there smugly, blinking with each second, and she had a sudden desire to throw it out of her window, just to watch as it tumbled to the ground out of her fifth story window. It was a good thing she had some self control, because her dad had already made it perfectly clear that he would not keep replacing every alarm clock she destroyed.

She finally couldn't take it anymore. In one fluid motion, she was out of bed, on her feet, and storming out of her room. She had to do something, or go insane. She didn't have a destination in mind, but she found herself walking down the narrow hallway that led from her room to the bathroom. Somehow her body new that she needed to cool off before she did.

She quickly made her way into the bathroom and closed the door quietly behind her as she went. As mad as she was, under no circumstance was she going to wake her father. It was a rare occurrence when he actually got a day of peace. Besides, it was almost eleven. She should've already been asleep, and at the moment she didn't really feel up to explaining why she was up so late. That conversation would have gone really well. 'Hey dad, I can't really sleep, because I've been trained to stay up all night and catch Gotham's deadliest criminals. But don't worry; I'll still be on time for school tomorrow!' Yep, that would go over so smoothly.

"Get it together Gordon." She scolded her reflection, as she gripped the edges of the sink. "If this keeps up, you'll become a bigger adrenalin junkie than Dick." Wait… Talking to her reflection? That was a little cliché, even for her, but she hadn't been on a mission in so long… Ever since that stupid team started up, Robin wasn't around as much as he used to be. Normally this wouldn't stop her, but after the fifth awkward silence in the Bat-mobile, she had decided to take a break. It just wasn't the same without her 'little brother'.

"Great. Now I'm bored, grumpy, and going crazy." Barbara muttered and she vacated the bathroom without even bothering to remember what she went in there for.

"Please let there be something somewhere that needs to be done." The red head prayed as she made her way to her room. 'Or at least let me get some sleep.' she added mentally, and she got a running jump and flipped onto her bed. It gave a loud squeal of protest, but the old frame held her weight.

All was quiet; it looked like she was finally going to get some sleep. She finally felt her eyes closing, and then a flash of red illuminated her room. In an instant her eyes snapped open, and her breath caught in her throat. What was that?

Then it happened again, and again, and again. It seemed to be picking up speed.

She immediately got out of bed and ran to her dresser to look for a batarang. She always kept them close by in case she needed them, but after her dad almost found one a couple of weeks ago, she had to get creative with her hiding places.

She dropped to her knees and reached under her dresser to pull out her utility belt. To her surprise, it was the source of the blinking. The circular clasp was blinking rapidly, and Barbara paled in recognition. It was Robin's distress signal. He only used it in bad situations, really bad situations. It meant the Batman was unavailable and he was in deep shit.

Without even bothering to change out of her pajama bottoms and over sized T-shirt, she grabbed a pair of shoes, and jumped out her window onto the fire escape. She had to get to the cave and get her gear. Why in the world did she let Bruce convince her to keep it there? For the life of her she couldn't remember, but it probably had something to do with secret identities and what not. Whatever the reason, she needed to keep a spare uniform at her place from now on.

As quietly as she could, she slipped her shoes on and climbed down the fire escape. Some of the rusty metal stuck out in places and a few of the steps were missing, but after using it to sneak out so many times before, she could go down the thing backwards and blindfolded.

As soon as her feet hit the sidewalk, she was running. She had almost two miles to cover, and she didn't know if Dick had that long.

Then of course, her luck caught up with her, almost half a block ahead of her where gangsters, partially hiding in the mouth of an alley. More specifically, wanna be Gotham gangsters. They were the kind of people that thought they could run with the big boys. Dangerous? Yes, most of the time. Smart? Not so much.

There were seven of them, and if one was to line them up right next to each other, you wouldn't be able to tell them apart. Each of them were sporting white T-shirts, with varying amounts of dirt, and somewhere, whether it be on their pants, shoes, or whatever, were their colors. They were dark and in the poor light, she couldn't tell exactly what colors they had. They were also tall, and had muscles that looked like they were created with steroids, but more likely, a small dose of Bane serum. It was starting to become a major problem in the western distracts of the city. So, that meant they were West Siders, but more importantly, they were along way from home. What were they doing in the supposed 'nice neighborhoods' of Central Gotham?

"Look at this, boys! It looks like someone's up past her bed time." The leader shouted, and his crew laughed behind him. Barbara gritted her teeth a little. She really didn't have time for this.

"Whatcha doin' out so late Red? He asked and he took a slow step towards her. She tried her best to ignore the comment about her hair, but there were some things that just couldn't be forgiven.

"Oh you know... I just decided to take a stroll and see idiots in their natural habitats." She said with a smirk.

"What do you mean by that?" One of the guys asked. She couldn't see him, but he sounded young, maybe a year or two older than her.

"She called us idiots, and with you I don't think she's far off!" The leader snapped, turning to face the direction of the voice. "You've got some nerve on you Red, I'll give you that. So, whatcha doin' out here?" Then, he faced her again and took another step forward. The light from the dull street lamp was barely bright enough for her to see the man's face.

"I honestly don't see how that's any of your business." She said coolly.

"Well, this is my street now."

"Really? How do you figure that? It's not like you can control it or something." Disrespect oozed out of her every word.

"You little- Wait. You look familiar. Hold up a second! You're the Comish's daughter!" As he discovered her identity, his face lit up in a grin. She knew what he was thinking. If she didn't move quickly she would become leverage. A very, very powerful piece of leverage.

"Grab her!" The leader yelled and his crew raced from behind him. At first she was a little impressed. For once she didn't have to listen to some long, drawn out monologue about how and why they were doing this or that, instead it was instant fighting. Sometimes she absolutely loved thugs. The only issue was that she could only use rudimentary self defense skills. Her secret identity was coming back to bite her yet again.

The first man that came at her underestimated her abilities. He tried to grab her and pin her arms to her sides, but instead he received a powerful uppercut to his jaw. He stumbled backwards and landed on one of his buddies. This was going to be way too easy.

The next two had apparently watched their teammate's pathetic attempt at subduing her, and they attacked at the same time.

Barbara quickly stepped back away from the onslaught of punches. They were way better than the first two she fought. They probably had some form of training at one time or another.

When the two men finally realized that they needed a new tactic other than blindly punching, she ran in between them and used the temporary distraction to aim a strong kick at the one-closest-to-her's knee. A strange snapping sound filled the air, making her wince. She didn't really mean to break the guy's bone.

Then to her surprise, the other one didn't attack her. Instead he grabbed his friend and dragged him away from her.

"That's enough!" The leader barked, and she spun around to see him pointing a gun at her, "Where'd you learn to fight like that Red?" He asked. He didn't look the least bit concerned that he was pointing a gun at a minor. The two men behind him did, however.

"Do you really think that the police commissioner's daughter doesn't know how to defend herself?" She snapped. She needed to buy herself some time, and the best way she could think of was to get him talking. Hopefully he would be like every other criminal and love the sound of his own voice.

"Well it doesn't matter now, because you've just made yourself much more trouble than your worth." The leader snarled and he cocked the gun.

"Come on Andrew! She's just a kid!" One the men protested. She recognized him as the one Andrew had called an idiot.

"Nobody asked you Jon!" The leader said evenly and he lowered his gun a little, much to her relief.

"Would you really shoot her?" Another man asked. His voice was strained and with a start, she realized it came from the man with the broken leg. Why was he defending her?

"Last time I checked this wasn't your crew, right Peter?" It was starting to get obvious that Andrew didn't like the insubordination.

"What's the matter Andrew? Losing your nerve?" She taunted, and she instantly regretted it. Andrew growled and fired the gun, but not at her. He had just shot Peter.

"Anybody else got anything to say? How about you Kevin? Michael? Tom? Brandon?" When each name was called the person in question shook their head, "Good! Now that that's dealt with... Bye Red!"

Barbara's instincts told her to run, to do something! She was the god damned Batgirl after all, but she froze. A flash of silver caught her eye. She had to bite back her grin. These goons wouldn't know what was about to hit them.

The street to become deathly quiet, and was only broken when a familiar voice scolded the gangster, "That is no way to treat a lady."

Andrew spun around, only to be knocked unconscious by a black cane.

"Now if the rest of you don't mind, I will be having a word with Miss Gordon." The voice said, and the cane's owner stepped out of the darkness.

Alfred was absolutely brilliant; she finally realized where Batman learned his ninja moves. "Come, Miss Gordon." Alfred said and he gestured for her to join him, "Oh... and the rest you might want to vacate the premises before the authorities arrive in about two minutes." He added as an after thought, and he led her away from the scene.

"Thanks for the save, Alfie." She said when they finally stopped walking.

"You're welcome my dear, but I do believe we have work to do." He said quietly and he walked over to a sleek black car parked by the street. He opened the back door for her and she gratefully climbed in. Sometimes she wondered if Alfred was a meta-human. How had he known she was in trouble?

It would forever be a mystery to her, because now... she had a little brother to save.

A/N- Well? What are you waiting for? Leave me a review! (I'm also happy to announce that the majority of you got bonus points.) I hope that was worth the wait! (Super mega bonus points if you can spot the references in this chapter. Warning: They're not easy to spot.)