Standard disclaimers apply.
The Gift of Life
In the ill-lit enclave created by the oversized bodies of buildings in the
dark, cold city, Batgirl reached back, then punched the goon as hard as she
could. Her blue-gloved hand connected with his forehead, right between the
eyes. The thick, denim clad body of the bully who'd been trying to take
some young woman's purse went staggering backwards, slammed into the brick
façade of the building at the dead-end of the alley. His head made a heavy
thud as it bounced off the chipping paint, and he slumped to the ground.
There was nothing she hated more than a bully.
Two incredibly white headlights turned into the alley, shining on the
frightened face who's eyes intermittently looked from Batgirl's waist, to
the nearly silent car behind her.
She didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Pushing her yellow-lined
black cape over her shoulder, she slumped a little. WHAT had she done wrong
now? It had to be something. Batman didn't want her around, but he only
gave her a hard time when she screwed up. Damned boy's-only club.
Not wanting to give the Dark Knight the satisfaction of her fear, she
settled for annoyance instead. Hotly, she tied up the baddie, leaving him
cowering on the ground, then, leisurely turned around. She could stand here
all night, playing games with the Bat. She may have idolized him in her
youth, but he was just another stuck-up guy. At least Robin could have some
fun. And OH, the fun she and Robin had, when Batman wasn't bossing them
Looking at the tank-like vehicle, she wondered if it was possible for a
shadow to take on physical and substantial form. The door of the
passenger's side opened. No one got out.
Loosing her resolve to give the Dark Knight the cold shoulder, she rushed
to the door and jumped inside, fearing for a certain junior-partner's
Turning to the figure in the driver's seat, she saw said junior partner
grinning at her. "SURPRIZE!" Robin hollered loudly, closing her door with
the flip of a switch.
"Batman's dead, isn't he?" she deadpanned.
Backing out of the alley, Robin chuckled, then sped off into the city
* * *
A long, black shadow of a car sat parked at the bend in the river, right
before the Tricorner Bridge. The roof was opened; presumably the occupants
of the vehicle were gazing at the stars, or the lights upon the river.
Perhaps things had started out that way. Now, though, there seemed to be
other goings-on in the car.
Robin couldn't find his cape. He was sure it was in the car somewhere. How
could you loose a bright canary colored cape in a big black car? And he
needed it. He needed it to cover up all the hickies on his neck.
Finally, Batgirl wrapped her arm around his neck, and pulled him closer for
another kiss. "We'll get out and look for it in a little bit. But I think
it's time to give you a birthday present," she said huskily.
Robin's eyes grew wide. How did SHE know it was his birthday?
Batgirl climbed into the driver's seat, straddling her boy-wonder. Behind
her cowl, there was a light in her jade eyes, and a smile on her blushed,
swollen lips. "Richard John Grayson, only son of Mary and John, Born March
20th, nineteen seventy--"
He clasped his lips over hers, cutting off the recitation of Robin's stats.
Batman was going to kill him. As his tongue inspected the inside of her
mouth with vigor, he wondered what details he'd given about himself, during
their previous make-out sessions that had lead to her finding out more
about him than Batman would prefer.
Her hips pressed and grinded against his, and he knew EXACTLY what type of
birthday present she had in mind. Feeling his blood ignite with liquid
fire, all thoughts about who should or shouldn't know what were vanquished
from his mind.
Robin's fingers crept up beneath her mask, prepared to pull it back, but he
felt something. Eyes upon him.
Robin was going to DIE for his birthday.
Suddenly his lips tore away from hers, and he clenched his eyes shut. "I
can explain," he told the darkness with a quivering voice.
Would it matter to Bruce that Dick had been angry that he'd dashed off on
some Justice League mission without even giving the young man a birthday
hello, much less sticking around for cake, or giving a gift? Would it
matter that he'd just turned SIXTEEN, and he had the coolest car at his
disposal, and the most awesomest woman at his side (or straddling his
waste, as the case may be)?
No. He was forbidden to take The Car, and forbidden to 'fraternize' with
Batgirl, and he'd just done both.
"I think it's cute," a female voice said, stepping out of the darkest of
Batgirl pushed her back against the wheel, but fortunately the horn did not
go off. That happening would have just made the situation even more of a
farce than it already was.
"I think it's disgusting," a gruff voice followed. Harvey Bullock. "It's
gonna make me puke. I think we should shoot 'em both an' put 'em outta MY
Robin could feel his face turning red. It was so hot around his cheeks and
ears, he thought his head was going to explode. "EXCUSE YOU!" Robin chirped
"YEAH!" Batgirl said, glaring out the top of the car at Montoya and
"WHAAAT?" Bullock moaned, munching on the end of his yet to be lit cigar.
"Geeze. You kids think you're the only people ever busted down by the
river." And he sounded like he was talking from personal experience
Robin shivered. He had this gross vision in his head of a young Harvey
Bullock getting caught down here. He shivered again at the thought of some
chick digging Harvey enough to go parking with him. So much for his perfect
Batgirl slinked off of him and tried to disappear into the passenger's side
seat. She made a conscious effort to avoid eye contact with Renee Montoya.
"Hey," Bullock said defensively, lighting a match. He sucked on his cigar
and puffed a bit, getting it started. "WE were down here WORKING, unlike
YOU jokers. In case your freaky little asses haven't noticed, there's a
dead body found about two hours ago, on the bridge. I saw the car when we
was up there, and I figured your mentor'd be here, knowing something."
Robin smacked his forehead. "Batman's doing Justice League stuff." Way to
hold down the fort, Boy-Loser. You don't even know what's going on in YOUR
city. "We'll… uh… see what we can find out, and get back to you?" he asked
* * *
Robin, sans cape, and a disheveled Batgirl came in through the fire
stairwell at the back of the apartment building. "You're SURE this is the
right address," Robin whispered as a cockroach scuttled past them and
beneath the fire door.
"Look, I know how to look things up. This is where the dead lady's brother
lives. Fourth floor. OK?" Batgirl wasn't sure if Robin wanted her to be
long because he didn't' want to be in this run-down, musty-smelling
"Ugg… and I had to go saying it was the brother, didn't I?" But he was
pretty darn sure it was the brother, given the other evidence. Still…
couldn't the brother of a rich lady live in a place that wasn't… gross?
"Whatever," she said, grabbing hold of the railing, pulled herself past
him. Ascending the stairs, she wagged her hips seductively, letting her
cape wag behind her.
Suddenly, Robin changed his mind. He hoped it WAS the brother. Then they
could nab him, hand him over to Peeping Bullock, then go back to the car
and get busy.
He'd thought this birthday was going to suck. Birthdays with Bruce often
did. It wasn't because Bruce was a bad person or anything, it was because
he failed to understand basic concepts like 'fun' or anything like that.
So far, it had been pretty good, despite the part where he'd let the city
go to hell. Geeze, he wanted Batgirl. He wanted to take her up to their
little clubhouse up at the old clock tower, tear all of her clothes off,
His chest slammed into her back as she stopped at the sixth floor door.
"ROBIN!" She whispered harshly. He fell down one step, and waited for her
to pick the lock. He was quicker, but he could totally give her a moment of
glory. Especially since he REALLLLLLY wanted the birthday present she had
Entering the apartment, they knew something was up. The place was
messy—much messier than Alfred would ever let him keep HIS room—but drawers
were opened and things hastily pulled. Yup, it was the brother. He was
trying to flee.
They heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened, and he rushed in,
while Batgirl went downward, to try and prevent the man's getting away.
"Hey hey hey!" Robin called out as he grabbed the guy around the waist. He
had stood on the toilet, and was half in the bathroom, and half-outside.
"You ruined my date!" Grabbing the man's belt, he hauled him back in the
"What do you want from me?" the beady-eyed man said as Robin thrust him
into a sitting position.
"Oh please," the young man groaned. Batgirl appeared in the opened window
above the toilet. "Get this, Batgirl… He is asking what we want from him."
Ducking her head in the window, she looked down at their captive. "Yeah,
that's pretty pathetic," she agreed.
Robin leaned towards the scruffy man. "So… I'll give ya like ten second to
think up a good excuse, before I punch your lights out and hand you over to
a fat, greasy cop who eats too many gyros." He looked at the non-existent
watch on his wrist, pretending to count.
"I didn't do anything! It coulda been anyone killed her."
Robin and Batgirl looked at each other. "Ok, THAT was just pathetic," Robin
informed him. They hadn't told him WHY they were there. This guy was SO
* * *
Through the opaque glass-face of the clock tower, the golden light of dawn
poured through, warming the two sleeping bodies, among the old tarps and
unused crates. This was the first day of the rest of Dick's life, he
realized with satisfaction as he stirred.
Kissing the red-headed beauty in his arms, he marveled at how angelic she
looked in the glow of dawn. He enjoyed the peace and simplicity of the
Clothes lay strewn beside them, and amongst the pile of armor and leather,
a small chirping began. Quick to not want to wake his lover, he reached
over her and grabbed hold of his belt, removing his Titans communicator.
"Yeah?" Dick whispered.
"Ohgeezeyou'reok," Wally began at super-speed.
"Can I call you back?" Holy ruining the moment, Dick thought.
"NO," Wally said in a low tone. "Look, Batman's popping a gasket. He called
here looking for you." Good, that meant Batman didn't know about the whole
making out in The Car with Babs thing.
Beside him, Barbara stirred. Her long, smooth body stretched and she
wrapped an arm around his neck. "I'm on my way home. I got a little hung up
with some stuff…"
"Dude, I can't believe you stole the car. That's like… way irresponsible.
Harper thinks its cool, but The Bat's seriously busted a gasket. He even
busted his gasket at Barry, which means that like every blood vessel in his
head has burst, because the Bat talks to no-one."
"Oh Geeze," Robin muttered, then kissed Barbara's cheek. "The Bat's about
ready to eat me."
Sadly, she ran a hand through his hair. She'd be nineteen in a few weeks,
and this liaison would be difficult to continue. "I know. I'll catch up
with you," she promised.
Dick looked from the communicator to Barbara, as she reached for her
costume. "I… why don't you stay?" he asked.
"NOOO," Wally moaned, overhearing the conversation. "Dick, you can't, man!"
"I'm already in the dog house," he pointed out. He might as well continue
the dream-come-true for a bit longer.
"Dude, he said if you come home right now, he might let you live," Wally
Pulling her cape around her, Barbara's lips met his. "That'd be the closest
thing to a birthday present he ever gave you," she pointed out wryly.
Dick moaned. "Ok, ok guys, I get it." He knew he was the deadest sidekick
in the entire universe… and Bruce didn't even know about the whole loosing
his virginity to the commissioner's daughter in the clock tower thing. A
grin found it's way onto his face. At least he wouldn't die a virgin.
Batman giveth, and he taketh away. "And they say only biological parents
can give you the gift of life."