A/N: Hey everybody! Happy Holidays! Thanks for reading this- this chapter might be a little shorter but the next one should be fairly substantial and coming quite soon.

Blaine was now sitting on an airplane, staring out the window. The last hour was a total blur and he'd sort of lost track of what was happening after he'd parked his car at the airport. But now they were on a plane for New York and he was trying really hard to keep his mind off the god awful experience his last flight to New York had been. So he found one question he could actually wrap his head around to start with.

"How'd we get on this plane so quickly?" Barbara leaned over so he could hear her whisper- the third seat in their row was empty but she didn't seem to think that was enough space.

"I told the airline that you're Richard Grayson." Blaine blinked and tried to place the name. "And we're on our way to surprise Bruce Wayne."

"The Bruce Wayne?" Blaine whisper yelled. Barbara gestured for him to calm down, so he took a deep breath before continuing with an external calm. "As in the billionaire? We're pretending to be- how did you-"

"Well, I have one of his credit cards," Barbara explained. Blaine reeled- they were stealing identities with a stolen credit card? What the hell had he gotten himself into?

"Not like that!" Barbara seemed to have caught on to Blaine's train of thought. "I have it because Dick's my best friend back home. He wanted me to have it in case something went wrong." Blaine nodded and tried to squish all the naggings in the back of his head.

"It's- you- it's hard to trust someone who I know nothing about," Blaine pointed out. Barbara frowned slightly.

"That's not true." Blaine was about to protest but she held up a hand in a request that she be allowed to finish. "You know something about me." Blaine raised his eyebrow.

"Your name?" Barbara shook her head.

"Amanda was based on me." Blaine still wasn't convinced. "You know what? It's question game time again."

"Is that the only way you get to know people?" Blaine almost hit himself- he was teasing again. He was supposed to be mad at her.

"When in a time crunch," Barbara replied with a slight smile. "Next question?"

"Why's your mom with you but not your dad?" Her expression darkened slightly.

"Officer Montoya's not my mom," she stated. "My mom died when I was little."

"I'm so-" Barbara stopped him mid apology.

"Its fine, you didn't know. That's the point of this, remember?" Blaine couldn't help but smile a bit and he was rewarded with one from Barbara.

"Alright- can you summarize that I already know about you?"

"I like tea?" Blaine snorted.

"So the whole non-coffee thing?"

"Partially self motivated?" They exchanged a smile. "Well- I can't sing very well. I know some self defense, I do gymnastics- though I suppose I've been passing that off as cheerleading- and I don't like people like Kitty. And I have met some horrible excuses for human beings." Blaine blinked.

"When did you-"

"When I walked around with you so you wouldn't freeze," Barbara explained. "You told me you were a horrible excuse for a human being. I told you that wasn't true because I'd met some-" Blaine nodded, now remembering her sudden firmness. It made more sense now that he knew she was from Gotham.

"Why did you do that?" Barbara stared.

"Meet some-?"

"No, walking around with me. You just sort of showed up and decided it was your responsibility to make me better." Barbara shrugged.

"Initially I just didn't want those guys to push you around. But then- you're my friend." Barbara shrugged at the end. Blaine found himself smiling.

"I'm pretty sure your mine too."

*GLEE*

Blaine was half-drug through the airport by his elbow where Barbara had interwoven their arms. He'd given up asking questions once they landed- he'd by now picked up on the fact that she wouldn't answer in a crowd. He was actually feeling strangely comfortable because he now had a much better understanding of who exactly Barbara Gordon was and he found that he enjoyed her company just as much as Amanda. It occurred to him he might also have passed the point of being able to deal with how freaked out he was by this whole "crime family after Rachel" situation.

"Alright, Anderson, where are we going?" Barbara asked as soon as they were out of the terminal.

"Her apartment?" Blaine guessed. "I can call her to-"

"Don't do anything that would alarm her," Barbara countered. Blaine considered- it wouldn't be strange for him to call Rachel, would it? Then he realized that he hadn't any idea what he would say- "Hi Rachel, I was wondering where you were- why? Oh, that new friend I told you about was in witness protection and a bunch of criminals are after you." That wouldn't freak her out at all.

"I'll text her," he concluded as he pulled out his phone. "I'd go to her apartment though- it's in Bushwick." Barbara nodded and pulled Blaine towards the cab line as he typed out a quick message to Rachel: Hey, what's up?

"What did you tell her?" Barbara asked as they waited for the next cab.

"Just asked what was up. She'll probably tell me if she's off somewhere." Barbara nodded as she ushered him into the taxi.

"Where to?"

"Bushwick." Blaine had opened his mouth to add in the actual address but Barbara wacked his side as the cabbie pulled away from the curb. She covered the action by taking his hand as she answered the cabbie's observation that Bushwick was a big place.

"We're supposed to meet our friends at some restaurant- it's near a subway stop I think," she mused before looking over at Blaine. "Do you remember the name?" Blaine shook his head, wondering where she was going with this.

"Lady, I need more to go on than just a subway stop."

"It was an Italian restaurant, remember?" Blaine tried to figure out what Barbara was possibly going for without it being obvious. "We took the subway to get there, I kept forgetting the name of the-"

"Oh!" Barbara squeezed his hand, presumably to tell him he was a little too obvious in his realization, so he hastened to cover. "I just remembered the subway stops name. Montrose Avenue."

"Right," the cabbie agreed. Barbara smiled at him and Blaine felt rather accomplished- this might just work.