Speaking of asses, Dirtbag...

“That obvious, huh?” Barbara asked with a laugh, following his lead into the building. “Though I am at least somewhat familiar with this place… Been here at least two or three times before.” 

He smiled and turned his attention back to Barbara, letting the others continue in their usual game.. “So tell me, how is it being daughter of a police officer such as Jim Gordon?” 

“Make that two,” she said quickly, shooting a smile at the bartender before turning her attention back to Dick. She sighed heavily,  shrugging her shoulders lightly. “I don’t know... interesting, I guess? Some of the stuff I get to see is pretty cool. But I think it’s a lot less glamorous than people assume.” As the bartender came back with their drinks, she slid hers towards her before turning back to him, “How about you? How is it being the son of the Bruce Wayne?”

“I gather bars and clubs aren’t really your scene are they?” He asked after a few minutes. 

“That obvious, huh?” Barbara asked with a laugh, following his lead into the building. “Though I am at least somewhat familiar with this place... Been here at least two or three times before.” 

“I gather bars and clubs aren’t really your scene are they?” He asked after a few minutes. 

“That obvious, huh?” Barbara asked with a laugh, following his lead into the building. “Though I am at least somewhat familiar with this place... Been here at least two or three times before.” 

“Doing-Doing great,” Babs said, trying to not sneer or sound sarcastic through her very gritted teeth. As the light turned green and she felt the bike take off again, she swore quietly, her hands gripping tighter and her eyes squeezing shut. Bikes so far were most definitely not her thing. 

Shutting the bike off, Dick pulled his helmet off and ran his hand through his hair a few times before stepping off he bike. He offered her a hand as he began to lock up his saddle bag with some fancy new Wayne tech. 

Sighing, she waited for him to step off the bike before removing her helmet and hoping her hair didn’t look completely awful. After handing him her helmet back, she took his hand. “Well that was... something,” Babs laughed a little, following suit and stepping off the bike. 

“Hold up back there Babs?” His voice echoed through the intercom between their helmets - Wayne tech privileges. 

“Doing-Doing great,” Babs said, trying to not sneer or sound sarcastic through her very gritted teeth. As the light turned green and she felt the bike take off again, she swore quietly, her hands gripping tighter and her eyes squeezing shut. Bikes so far were most definitely not her thing. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow night,” Babs said to her manager with a polite smile before she was able to say anything to Dick and most likely embarrass her. It was his job to be the embarrassing one tonight. “Sorry, thanks for waiting.” 

Swinging his leg over the bike,  he kicked it in gear and fastened his helmet before waiting for her to climb on and let him know where she’d like to go.

Finally getting on to the bike carefully (and, though she’d never admit it, nervously), she thought about his question. “Honestly, I’m more of a bar-sports-bar-pub kinda person, so Sportsmaster sounds a little more appealing than a nightclub.” She’d been to Sportsmaster once or twice with some of her classmates to know it wasn’t the classiest place around, but she didn’t exactly fit into the club scene.

After a few seconds of deliberation, she nodded, going to move her hand up to his when she heard her manager call for her, surely wondering where she ran off to. “Shit, I still need to help close down. Uhm, my turn to be a little rude, but give me fifteen minutes or so?” She asked, walking back towards the main desk slowly. 

Heading towards the door, he gave her another flirty smile and strode out to the parking lot. Part of him was glad he didn’t take his sports car but rather took his bike. Pulling it close to the front door, he pulled his phone out and began to scroll through his social media. The dance club he usually went to was having a jazz night while the sports bar was doing happy hour - he’d ask here which she would prefer since after all he was buying. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow night,” Babs said to her manager with a polite smile before she was able to say anything to Dick and most likely embarrass her. It was his job to be the embarrassing one tonight. “Sorry, thanks for waiting.” 

She sighed a little as he came to the conclusion on his own. Scrunching her nose up a little, she nodded, doing her best to not laugh in his face. “Yep. That would be my dad… and how we know of one another. It’s Dick, right?” She asked, doing her best to call him by his name and not any other form of the word. 

Sticking his hand out, he gave his flattering, 100 million dollar smile. “Say we start over and I buy you a round so I don’t feel like a total dick?” His hand remained out as a gesture of a truce for the awkward moments that had just occurred.

After a few seconds of deliberation, she nodded, going to move her hand up to his when she heard her manager call for her, surely wondering where she ran off to. “Shit, I still need to help close down. Uhm, my turn to be a little rude, but give me fifteen minutes or so?” She asked, walking back towards the main desk slowly. 

Her eyes quickly scanned the titles of his books as he stuffed them away, recognizing them from a few of her own classes. For a second she thought that was maybe how she recognized him, until she caught part of his name on a paper: ‘Grayson’, as in Dick Grayson, adopted son of her father’s billionaire friend, Bruce Wayne. She’d met him once while she was still in high school and attended one of his dad’s parties with her own father, but had no idea they ended up at the same school let alone in some of the same courses. For what she knew of him, she guessed he had zero idea or recollection of who she was.  

Suddenly, it hit him like a load of bricks, his face turning several shades of crimson. “Shit.” He muttered, “You’e one of Bruce’s friend’s daughter right? Jim Gordon’s right?” He rubbed the back of his head, obviously a bit embarrassed. 

She sighed a little as he came to the conclusion on his own. Scrunching her nose up a little, she nodded, doing her best to not laugh in his face. “Yep. That would be my dad... and how we know of one another. It’s Dick, right?” She asked, doing her best to call him by his name and not any other form of the word. 

Batfamily: Barbara Gordon/Batgirl: “I have to find another path. Divine my own future. One uniquely mine. Not a page from someone else’s book. Not a fate that begins and ends on page one”

Babs cleared her throat a little, waiting patiently for him to see her and to catch on to what was happening. After waiting a few seconds and watching as his nose stayed in his book, she coughed a little louder and tried to be as polite as possible, “Excuse me? Uh, sorry to bother you but we’re actually closing up now. Extended hours for midterms don’t start for another few weeks.” 

Slipping them into his bag, he studied the girl for a moment, she was familiar but he couldn’t place it. Maybe she was a drunken one night stand? A forgotten fling? A girl he met and never called back? Honestly, the nights when school was out were a bit of a blur - though he was fairly sure he would have remembered her. 

Her eyes quickly scanned the titles of his books as he stuffed them away, recognizing them from a few of her own classes. For a second she thought that was maybe how she recognized him, until she caught part of his name on a paper: ‘Grayson’, as in Dick Grayson, adopted son of her father’s billionaire friend, Bruce Wayne. She’d met him once while she was still in high school and attended one of his dad’s parties with her own father, but had no idea they ended up at the same school let alone in some of the same courses. For what she knew of him, she guessed he had zero idea or recollection of who she was.  

Thumbing through the pages, he hardly took any notice to the library becoming quite empty and the lights nearby beginning to shut off. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to understand what was in volume 4, otherwise it would drive him mad for the remainder of his evening. 

Babs cleared her throat a little, waiting patiently for him to see her and to catch on to what was happening. After waiting a few seconds and watching as his nose stayed in his book, she coughed a little louder and tried to be as polite as possible, “Excuse me? Uh, sorry to bother you but we’re actually closing up now. Extended hours for midterms don’t start for another few weeks.” 

“It was you that kept me grounded. you always reminded me where home is”

1/? favorite teams in dc comics ↳ [batgirl of burnside]

Here’s a fun Batgirl piece I did earlier this week. Have a great weekend! :)

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If these two ever punched me in the face I would thank them