Heather winced as she felt the cold Gotham air surround her.
"Heroes, we aren't in Florida anymore," she muttered, glancing at the two young men standing next to her. Joe was looking around the alley with obvious disdain. Danny on the other hand, well, he looked as excited as a kid in a candy shop.
"HEROGIRL! WE'RE IN SUICIDE SLUM!!!"
"BLACKFOLD. CALM down. NOW." Heather Gordon glared at the "senior" hero with a death glare.
"You can't boss me around, I'm an adult! You're like…wait, how old are you?"
"Old enough to kick your butt back to our dimension."
Joe walked in between the two simmering vigilantes.
"Blackfold, you're only here because you read comics, so GET US TO WAYNE MANOR NOW. Herogirl, you are here as BACKUP, so DON'T make me regret bringing you."
What's his problem? Herogirl thought.
"Hey, I've got a killer migraine, is that a side effect of Ninja Girl's portal thingy?" Danny Rivers a.k.a Blackfold, asked Joe a.k.a Sharp Shooter.
"Yes."
"Well then…Wayne Manor is that way!" With that, the 6 ft. 7 in. lanky 20 year old clad in a Zorro like costume started walking.
BREAK
"Tim, it was really nice of you to do this for me. I was only to glad to get out of the Watchtower," Emma said with a smile as she accepted a cup of steaming hot coco from the boy wonder.
"No problem, Alfred makes the best hot chocolate in Gotham, and you look like you need a cup," Tim said as he leapt on the coach and grabbed the remote.
"Is that another way of saying I look terrible?"
"Yup."
Emma threw a small pillow at him.
"Jerk!"
Tim laughed as he flipped through the channels.
"Wait, Tim, go back! 2 channels back! That's my favorite movie!"
Tim returned to the requested channel, a woman was dressed in an old fashioned dress and sitting down as a tall dark haired gentleman in an old fashioned suit paced in front of her.
"Emma, what is this movie?"
"It's Pride and Prejudice!"
The man on the screen stopped pacing and started talking to the woman. Emma mouthed his words in unison.
"….how much I admire and love you…"
Still staring at the television, Emma spoke quietly.
"He loves her even though he isn't supposed to. He loves her so much that he he'll do anything for her, even when she refuses to marry him…"
She looks so happy now…She's beautiful when she's happy…Tim hastily looked away. Where had THAT thought come from?
He glanced back at her, and he felt his face flush slightly. Why did it seem like he was looking at her for the first time?
She was smart, funny, albeit a little annoying sometimes, and she was one of the most stubborn and sarcastic girls he'd ever met and yet…
I find myself hoping she won't go…
No, he couldn't. She was from a different dimension! He couldn't fall for her! There was no way!
Crap…Bruce is going to kill me…
The doorbell rang. Emma bounced off of the couch.
"I'll get it!"
Tim watched her walk towards the door, and felt himself blush again. Yup, Bruce was defiantly going to kill him…
"Danny?! Heather?! Joe?!"
Tim rushed to the door to see the girl he'd talked to on Emma's Communicator, a strange tall Native American man, and the angry boy from Emma's team.
"Emma…"
Joe moved towards her with a relieved expression on his face.
"Sharpie, I'm fine! Why did-"
Emma's words were cut off as Joseph took her into his arms swiftly and kissed her full on the mouth.
"Master Tim, should I prepare some snacks for your guests?" Alfred came to the door.
Tim was speechless.