First off, happy late birthday to Dick Grayson.
Secondly, the story...
Barbara opened her locker only for it to be shut again door her best friend, Dick Grayson. With a heavy sigh she glared at him and proceeded to open her locker once more.
"Do u know what dag it is?" Dick asked her with a hint of hope in his voice.
"December fourth. Why?" Barbara replied as she fiddled around in the confines of her locker for her textbook.
"It's three days after my birthday and..." Dick started.
"And you're wondering when u will get your present from me," Barbara finished for him along with the slam of her locker door. "I can tell u that u will get your present when the time is right, but if u keep pushing the subject u can forget about it until Christmas." With that Barbara walked off to her volgende class leaving a very disappointed Dick Grayson.
The rest of the dag went door slow and painful for Dick as he thought of what the present might be. One the other hand, Barbara enjoyed having the control of Dick's actions in the palm of her hand.
After the final bell, Barbara packed her things and walked to meet up with Dick at his locker. Soon a sly smile creeped on her lips as she walked up behind the distracted raven haired boy. She slowly walked up behind him like a lion stalking its prey. Then she pounced exclaiming "boo" making Dick jump nearly five feet in the air. Dick turned to meet face to face with the smiling red head.
"What the hell, Babs?" He asked trying to cover up his reaction.
"Awe, is the former Boy Wonder afriad of one little word?" Barbara fake pouted with her taunt only to recieve a playful stempel, punch in the arm. Dick then packed his bag while dodging her glare at him.
"So, Gordon, want to hang out at my place today?" Dick asked her like he does every other day.
"Sure, Grayson," she replied with a playful stempel, punch of payback from the one that she received earlier.
Once in Wayne Manor with mugs of hot chocolate in hands, the two made their way to the media room to "do homework." They plopped down on the comfy, plush couch. Dick reached for the remote and changed it to their favoriete TV show, NCIS. Like most Tuesdays on the USA channel it was a marathon, and like most episodes they have already seen the one tonen and watched it anyways. Only five minuten in did they decide that the wife kill her husband, the dead petty officer.
"Babs?" Dick asked for her attention.
"Dick?" She replied with him knowing that he had her attention.
"Can I tell u something?" Dick asked hesitantly.
"I don't know can u tell me something?" Barbara teased at his improper grammer. He just ignored her and continued, "Ever since my family's... tradic moment, not only have their birthdays been hard, but mine too. I just miss them and," he sighed, "I just miss them."
Barbara looked into his cool blue eyes studying him before pulling him into a hug. Dick then burried his face in her copper hair and shoulder taking in the baby powder sent of her detergent. When she pulled away his hart-, hart sank. Barbara reached down into her school bag and pulled out a small box wraped in candy cane wrapping paper. She then thrusted the box into Dick's hand saying, "Happy late birthday, Dick."
"What kind of 'right moment' were u looking for, Babs?" He asked refering to what she zei that morning as he opened the wrapping paper.
"An honest one," she simply replied as she watched his face when he opened the box to reveal a small velvet box.
"Babs, just what I wanted!" Dick exclaimed sarcastically. "Another box!" With that she just rolled her eyes as he proceded to opened the velvet box. His eyes widened when he saw the content of the box. Inside wedged between foam was a small goud ring with a repeating pattern of a robin.
"It's a replica of your mother's bracelet that u gave her the dag that she and your folks died. Except instead of a bracelet it's, well a ring for u to wear to honor her and your family," Barbara explained to him. Dick pulled her into a beer hug as silent tears came down his eyes.
"Thank you," Dick murmured into Barbara's neck. "I love it."
He truely did love that ring and wore it everyday since. The ring turned out to be his wedding band when they got married years later.
Secondly, the story...
Barbara opened her locker only for it to be shut again door her best friend, Dick Grayson. With a heavy sigh she glared at him and proceeded to open her locker once more.
"Do u know what dag it is?" Dick asked her with a hint of hope in his voice.
"December fourth. Why?" Barbara replied as she fiddled around in the confines of her locker for her textbook.
"It's three days after my birthday and..." Dick started.
"And you're wondering when u will get your present from me," Barbara finished for him along with the slam of her locker door. "I can tell u that u will get your present when the time is right, but if u keep pushing the subject u can forget about it until Christmas." With that Barbara walked off to her volgende class leaving a very disappointed Dick Grayson.
The rest of the dag went door slow and painful for Dick as he thought of what the present might be. One the other hand, Barbara enjoyed having the control of Dick's actions in the palm of her hand.
After the final bell, Barbara packed her things and walked to meet up with Dick at his locker. Soon a sly smile creeped on her lips as she walked up behind the distracted raven haired boy. She slowly walked up behind him like a lion stalking its prey. Then she pounced exclaiming "boo" making Dick jump nearly five feet in the air. Dick turned to meet face to face with the smiling red head.
"What the hell, Babs?" He asked trying to cover up his reaction.
"Awe, is the former Boy Wonder afriad of one little word?" Barbara fake pouted with her taunt only to recieve a playful stempel, punch in the arm. Dick then packed his bag while dodging her glare at him.
"So, Gordon, want to hang out at my place today?" Dick asked her like he does every other day.
"Sure, Grayson," she replied with a playful stempel, punch of payback from the one that she received earlier.
Once in Wayne Manor with mugs of hot chocolate in hands, the two made their way to the media room to "do homework." They plopped down on the comfy, plush couch. Dick reached for the remote and changed it to their favoriete TV show, NCIS. Like most Tuesdays on the USA channel it was a marathon, and like most episodes they have already seen the one tonen and watched it anyways. Only five minuten in did they decide that the wife kill her husband, the dead petty officer.
"Babs?" Dick asked for her attention.
"Dick?" She replied with him knowing that he had her attention.
"Can I tell u something?" Dick asked hesitantly.
"I don't know can u tell me something?" Barbara teased at his improper grammer. He just ignored her and continued, "Ever since my family's... tradic moment, not only have their birthdays been hard, but mine too. I just miss them and," he sighed, "I just miss them."
Barbara looked into his cool blue eyes studying him before pulling him into a hug. Dick then burried his face in her copper hair and shoulder taking in the baby powder sent of her detergent. When she pulled away his hart-, hart sank. Barbara reached down into her school bag and pulled out a small box wraped in candy cane wrapping paper. She then thrusted the box into Dick's hand saying, "Happy late birthday, Dick."
"What kind of 'right moment' were u looking for, Babs?" He asked refering to what she zei that morning as he opened the wrapping paper.
"An honest one," she simply replied as she watched his face when he opened the box to reveal a small velvet box.
"Babs, just what I wanted!" Dick exclaimed sarcastically. "Another box!" With that she just rolled her eyes as he proceded to opened the velvet box. His eyes widened when he saw the content of the box. Inside wedged between foam was a small goud ring with a repeating pattern of a robin.
"It's a replica of your mother's bracelet that u gave her the dag that she and your folks died. Except instead of a bracelet it's, well a ring for u to wear to honor her and your family," Barbara explained to him. Dick pulled her into a beer hug as silent tears came down his eyes.
"Thank you," Dick murmured into Barbara's neck. "I love it."
He truely did love that ring and wore it everyday since. The ring turned out to be his wedding band when they got married years later.
“Ok let’s try again. Mexico was fighting against France on May 5. That was the battle of Puebla” Robin explained to Miss. M, superboy, and Aqualad in his room.
“But why does everyone hit a monkey piñata” Megan asked.
“I’ll get to that but first let me tell u the history” Robin tried
“Was France a country of green monkeys” Superboy asked clearly annoyed door the thought of a country full of monkeys.
“No. But please vragen till the end” Robin said. “Now where was I?”
“I believe u were at the part of the battle of Puebla” Aqualad answered
“Thanks now the battle of Puebla”
“If I may interrupt is Puebla the monkey ruler of the place where the monkeys came from, and why did they interrupt Mexico’s party” Aquald zei looking at him
“I’m going to kill Wally for this" Robin murrmured.
“But why does everyone hit a monkey piñata” Megan asked.
“I’ll get to that but first let me tell u the history” Robin tried
“Was France a country of green monkeys” Superboy asked clearly annoyed door the thought of a country full of monkeys.
“No. But please vragen till the end” Robin said. “Now where was I?”
“I believe u were at the part of the battle of Puebla” Aqualad answered
“Thanks now the battle of Puebla”
“If I may interrupt is Puebla the monkey ruler of the place where the monkeys came from, and why did they interrupt Mexico’s party” Aquald zei looking at him
“I’m going to kill Wally for this" Robin murrmured.
"I don't wanna die!" the boy howled, digging his face into Revenge's knee.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a mes in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, u too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a mes in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, u too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
Mila Anderson AKA Pyre
