A/N: Requested a long time ago by Hyper-Blossom Z for some Kyle/Verena moments, because we all know that Black Falcon seriously lacks them.

GOTHAM CITY
SEPTEMBER 28, 2010
21:17 EDT

"Kyle~" I whined into the phone, rolling around in my bed. "I'm bored~!"

I heard a sigh from the other end of the phone call and could hear some rustling. "Do your homework."

"But I'm already done with it," I replied matter-of-factly. I rolled so I was on my stomach and kicked my legs in the air.

"Well, I'm not," Kyle responded. "Buuut, since I'm so awesome, I'll take a break and entertain you."

"What kind of homework is it?" I inquired curiously.

"It's not hard or anything… sorta. I just have to brainstorm some ideas for tomorrow's in-class artwork," Kyle responded. "We have to come up with ten ideas, but so far, I only have three."

"Ouch," I commented. "Harsh." Coming up with ideas was really hard.

"Tell me about it," Kyle sighed. "Life Stories is the theme."

I frowned. I could draw to an extent (after all, being Batman's protégée required for you to be very well-rounded), but I couldn't come up with an actual original piece. "Sounds complicated."

"Sort of," Kyle agreed, and I could almost hear him nod. "My life isn't all that interesting, so yeah. It is a bit."

"Have you ever thought of researching someone else's life story?" I asked.

"Hm… but who's is interesting? Paris Hilton?" he joked. "Bruce Wayne? Ooh! How about you?"

"My life's not very interesting," I lied easily. Of course it was interesting. Do you know what I do on my free time? "You should be more unique."

"Dude! I could totally do it on Black Falcon and Robin!" Kyle exclaimed, and I heard some rush of movements. "Obviously I don't know they're life story, but I do know they work with Batman and everything. And I've even seen them with Kid Flash!"

My lips twitched involuntarily. "That'd be a good one."

"Hm… I could do it on Gotham City's Dark Pandemonium Carnival a few days ago… I have the newspaper somewhere around here…" Kyle began muttered ideas, rambling to himself as he sorted out his thoughts.

It was really fun to see Kyle watch. All I needed was a drink and a seat and I could just watch Kyle reach for an art utensil, his dark eyebrows furrowing as his eyes scanned across the blank paper, planning what to do.

Then when he'd just draw and draw, and when he got stuck in a place, he'd run his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out what to draw for his next masterpiece. Sometimes, his tongue would even peek out from the corner of his mouth as he thought a bit too hard.

Apparently, Kyle's brain couldn't handle that many ideas and he'd end up getting a headache.

I giggled quietly, thinking about how he groaned and leaned back in his seat, almost falling over since there wasn't a back. He really was trapped in his own world when he did anything regarding art.

"What's so funny?" Kyle asked. Huh, apparently, he wasn't all that gone yet.

"I'm just thinking about your next masterpiece," I mused. "It'll be a great one."

"You wanna buy it?" Kyle asked, and I could hear the wink in his voice.

I let out a laugh, tossing my head back. "When you open your art show, I'll definitely buy your artwork."

I heard Kyle suck in a breath sharply. "My own art show…" he said quietly, dreamily. "Really?"

"Of course!" I nodded vigorously. "You're amazing, Kyle! If you ever feel ready, just tell me. I'll help you every step of the way. You're talented, and it deserves to be acknowledged."

Kyle chuckled. "You're amazing, kid, you know that?"

"So I've been told," I replied cheekily. Kyle then let out a heavy sigh. "What's up?"

"You say that, but what if it ends up being a complete failure?" Kyle asked quietly.

"Kyle Patrick Rayner," I started firmly. "Your artwork is amazing and it will not end in a failure. If anything, it'll be such a huge success, that you'll be in high demand."

There was a short knock on my door, and I looked up to see Dick at the door. He looked at me and his eyes read, 'Time to go.'

I nodded and then said into the phone, "I have to go, Kyle. Talk to you later. Bye."

"Later, kid," Kyle responded before I ended the call. I tossed my phone on my bed and left, leaving my room with Dick.

KYLE RAYNER

I looked at my phone in my hand, confused.

Verena's words were firm and held an unwavering confidence, and she hasn't been wrong about anything yet, as far as I've known her.

But there was one thing that bothered me… Since I've never told her…

"How the hell did she know my middle name?"

A/N: Black Falcon lacks in Kyle/Verena moments, but the sequels might not. ;) So go vote on my profile! Also, review and feel free to leave requests~! I'll get to them (eventually)!