A/N: Because Babs definitely did NOT get enough screen time.

Sidenote: Babs is Batgirl in this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

New Girl

"Friendly." That one word dripped and oozed sarcasm when coming out of her mouth.

"Is that jealousy I hear?" asked Dick, quick to follow Babs as she walked away. "Are you-" He gave a coughed laugh. "Are you jealous that I hang out with other girls?"

She coughed her own scornful laugh and gave the freshman at her side a little shove. "You're funny." She rolled her bluish green eyes and walked onwards towards the history class they'd gotten into together by some strange miracle. (That also sometimes went by the nickname of Bruce Wayne.) "No, it's just weird that you're already messing with the new girl."

He laughed, his signature snicker being giggled out of Grayson. He paused, recomposed, and laughed again. Because Barbara could be so unintentionally punny sometimes. New girl, perhaps. At Gotham Academy, at least. Oh wait, and on the team. Dick cracked a broad smile and trotted along like a dog beside it's master as he looked up at Barbara. "You could call her that."

The redhead let out a slightly annoyed sigh and rolled her eyes yet again. Babs checked over her shoulder once to see Bette walking the awkward blonde over in their direction. Gordon gave her favorite little freshman an elbow. "Did Brucie set this one up?"

"What doesn't he set up?" sniggered the ebony-haired boy under his breath. "He could pull a string and get me a driver's license if he wanted to. Between corrupted cops and all the money in the world, it's not hard to do stuff in this town." He stuck his hands in his pockets and watched the world passing them by. His pale cobalt eyes took in girls giggling and flipping their hair, boys checking out bodies, nerds with their phones hidden in their laps, a few slackers running to class, more than one person scribbling notes on papers. "Besides, he wants me to keep an eye on her."

"You?" scoffed the chief's daughter, looking down at him with a hilariously over-exaggerated "You're kidding me?" look. "You, Mister Macho, would be keeping an eye on that too-short skirt."

He belted out one quick laugh before letting his voice get serious despite the broad smile he still wore. "Babs, you have got this all wrong. Wally's chasing that skirt, not me. Although he doesn't even know it yet..." His lips pursed for a moment. "Anyways, not like you could do better."

"I feel like I should take that as a challenge, Grayson." She mulled over it for a second. "Yes, that's a challenge. While you chase the skirt-"

"Which I won't."

"-I will be keeping an eye on her for Bruce." The redhead would've given herself a nice pat on the back if they weren't in school. It wasn't exactly a good time for some of her good ol' hubris to shine through.

Dick had a quick thought that he wasted no time in quipping out at the chief's daughter. "What if Bette is the one really keeping an eye on her?"

Barbara's lips formed a little 'o' shape. "Three sets of eyes, one gets the prize. Respect to Bruce, I will say." She nodded to the boy who then nodded himself and smiled. Babs concluded, "He takes his job very seriously."

"Clearly."

Barbara, her curiosity still insatiable, had to ask, "What's her name again? You know, just so I can follow her better." For some reason, she had to clarify her purpose. It was just an innate need to do so. So he didn't get the wrong idea.

Oh yeah, she was jealous, no question. Or at least that was what he wanted to think. "Artemis Crock," he told her as they entered the history class already packed with sophomores and juniors.

They found their seats side-by-side just as the bell rang.

A/N: Next one should be posted within the hour.

~Sky