Title: It Runs in the Family
Author: Charlene Edwards
Disclaimer: The characters of Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Roy Harper, Bruce Wayne, and Jim Gordon belong to DC, the others in the story belong to me.
Thanks: To Noel for betaing.
It Runs in the Family: Part 1:
"Weeellll, you're back," Roy said as Dick and Tim entered Dick's apartment. "Did you find any girls?" he asked with a wink.
"Dick did," Tim said calmly as he threw his duffel bag on the floor and walked to the kitchen's refrigerator.
"He did?" Roy said moving across the floor to place his arm around Dick's shoulder. "Was she pretty? How'd ya' meet her? Did ya' do the Mexican Hat Dance?"
"Oh God," Dick said breaking away from Roy.
His computer beeped Oracle's familiar noise.
"Uh-oh," Roy said as he grabbed his bags that were by the door. "Gotta run. Oracle keeps a guy busy. Do this, do that, nag, nag, nag. She's gonna make you a great wife one day boy." Roy ran out the door avoiding the book Dick threw at him.
"Hi Babs!" Dick said as he hit the keys that allowed her beautiful face to fill up his screen. Tim peered at her from over Dick's shoulder waving as he filled his mouth with ice cream.
"Are you relaxed? Are you rested? Did you have a good time? I'm glad because I've got a job for the both of you."
Dick and Tim looked at each other and busted out laughing.
"What? What's so funny?" she asked.
"Nothing," they said together as they kept laughing.
"What kind of job, Babs?" Dick asked.
"You remember your last sojourn to Blackgate?"
"Aw, man, not again. Let me run get Roy. I know I can still catch him." Dick said as he started to get up.
"No Dick. I don't want you to go back to Blackgate, but I do need Robbie Malone."
"Oh," Dick said as he sat back down. A sigh of relief escaping his lips. "Good. 'Cause I really didn't want to go back to Blackgate, not after the wonderful vacation Tim and I just had."
"Don't go getting lazy on me," she quipped at him.
"Lazy!" Tim interjected, "Babs, we haven't told you what happened yet on vacation. It wasn't what you think..."
"Tim, later. You're going to be Jack Malone. I'm e-mailing your part over right now. Read. Learn."
"She's getting as bad as Bruce," Tim griped as he stuffed more ice cream in his mouth.
Dick cut his eyes at Tim, who was heading toward the kitchen, then turned back to Barbara. "So what's the job?"
"Gotham's having some really bad gang wars. Bruce and I thought that Robbie would be a good person to infiltrate. Bruce didn't want you doing it alone though. I had a hard time convincing him Matches wouldn't exactly fit in with the gangs," she said with a sly smile.
"I love you Gordons. You two are the only people I know who have the nerve to tell him he's too old for certain jobs," Dick said with a laugh as Tim spewed his ice cream across the room.
"Well, it runs in the family," she said with a grin.
"Too old. They actually said that to BRUCE!!!!" Tim said as he clutched his stomach. "Warn a guy about something like that first, won't you!"
"These gangs aren't exactly welcoming of new members." Dick stated to Barbara, trying to get back to business.
"I know. Batman and my father have worked out a plan there. I said you didn't have to go to Blackgate, but you are going to have to go to jail. Gotham Central lock-up. Dad's made arrangements to place you in the same cell with a Vicelord leader Sean Donavan. Some East Riders members are going to be in the same cell block."
"That'll be pretty," Dick responded as he rolled his eyes upward.
"That's where you come in. As Robbie. You protect him. We figure you can do that."
"But why would Robbie ...?"
"I dunno Short pants. Why did Robbie get in that fight in the prison cafeteria? For the action I guess. Donavan will be getting out Tuesday and so will Robbie. Jack there will be waiting for Robbie outside."
"Tuesday. Today's Saturday, when do you want Robbie to go in?"
"Today."
"WHAT? I get it. This is my payback for going camping with Tim rather than taking you on a cruise."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to. What's he going to do while I'm in jail for the weekend?" Dick asked as he pointed to Tim.
"I don't know. Whatever sixteen year old boys do on the weekend," she said with a wink. "I'm sending your file over too; read over it and then contact Bruce when you're ready to go in. Dad's going to transfer Donavan after Robbie's set up in the block." Barbara's attention was caught by the beep of another monitor. "That's Dinah. Gotta go. Call me," and she ended her connection.
"So bro, you gotta go to jail, huh," Tim said with a chuckle.
"Oh you laugh. I'll get Babs to put you in JDC next time."
"Oh no. I have to go to Brentwood, that's prison enough, thank you."
"You've never been in the JDC," Dick said to Tim.
"You've never lived at Brentwood," Tim responded straight faced.
They burst into laughter as they looked at each other. Still chuckling, Dick turned to print out their assignments from Babs. Gang infiltration was going to be a bit more difficult than the Blackgate assignment.
"Got my part, Bro?" Tim asked as he sat his ice cream bowl on the console.
"Here ya go, have fun," Dick said as he handed the papers to Tim.
Tim twisted his mouth as he read over his character. "And I thought Alvin Draper was bad. Man, I'm a little punk. "
Dick turned from the computer, a wide grin on his face, "It runs in the family."
To be continued
Author: Charlene Edwards
Disclaimer: The characters of Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Roy Harper, Bruce Wayne, and Jim Gordon belong to DC, the others in the story belong to me.
Thanks: To Noel for betaing.
It Runs in the Family: Part 1:
"Weeellll, you're back," Roy said as Dick and Tim entered Dick's apartment. "Did you find any girls?" he asked with a wink.
"Dick did," Tim said calmly as he threw his duffel bag on the floor and walked to the kitchen's refrigerator.
"He did?" Roy said moving across the floor to place his arm around Dick's shoulder. "Was she pretty? How'd ya' meet her? Did ya' do the Mexican Hat Dance?"
"Oh God," Dick said breaking away from Roy.
His computer beeped Oracle's familiar noise.
"Uh-oh," Roy said as he grabbed his bags that were by the door. "Gotta run. Oracle keeps a guy busy. Do this, do that, nag, nag, nag. She's gonna make you a great wife one day boy." Roy ran out the door avoiding the book Dick threw at him.
"Hi Babs!" Dick said as he hit the keys that allowed her beautiful face to fill up his screen. Tim peered at her from over Dick's shoulder waving as he filled his mouth with ice cream.
"Are you relaxed? Are you rested? Did you have a good time? I'm glad because I've got a job for the both of you."
Dick and Tim looked at each other and busted out laughing.
"What? What's so funny?" she asked.
"Nothing," they said together as they kept laughing.
"What kind of job, Babs?" Dick asked.
"You remember your last sojourn to Blackgate?"
"Aw, man, not again. Let me run get Roy. I know I can still catch him." Dick said as he started to get up.
"No Dick. I don't want you to go back to Blackgate, but I do need Robbie Malone."
"Oh," Dick said as he sat back down. A sigh of relief escaping his lips. "Good. 'Cause I really didn't want to go back to Blackgate, not after the wonderful vacation Tim and I just had."
"Don't go getting lazy on me," she quipped at him.
"Lazy!" Tim interjected, "Babs, we haven't told you what happened yet on vacation. It wasn't what you think..."
"Tim, later. You're going to be Jack Malone. I'm e-mailing your part over right now. Read. Learn."
"She's getting as bad as Bruce," Tim griped as he stuffed more ice cream in his mouth.
Dick cut his eyes at Tim, who was heading toward the kitchen, then turned back to Barbara. "So what's the job?"
"Gotham's having some really bad gang wars. Bruce and I thought that Robbie would be a good person to infiltrate. Bruce didn't want you doing it alone though. I had a hard time convincing him Matches wouldn't exactly fit in with the gangs," she said with a sly smile.
"I love you Gordons. You two are the only people I know who have the nerve to tell him he's too old for certain jobs," Dick said with a laugh as Tim spewed his ice cream across the room.
"Well, it runs in the family," she said with a grin.
"Too old. They actually said that to BRUCE!!!!" Tim said as he clutched his stomach. "Warn a guy about something like that first, won't you!"
"These gangs aren't exactly welcoming of new members." Dick stated to Barbara, trying to get back to business.
"I know. Batman and my father have worked out a plan there. I said you didn't have to go to Blackgate, but you are going to have to go to jail. Gotham Central lock-up. Dad's made arrangements to place you in the same cell with a Vicelord leader Sean Donavan. Some East Riders members are going to be in the same cell block."
"That'll be pretty," Dick responded as he rolled his eyes upward.
"That's where you come in. As Robbie. You protect him. We figure you can do that."
"But why would Robbie ...?"
"I dunno Short pants. Why did Robbie get in that fight in the prison cafeteria? For the action I guess. Donavan will be getting out Tuesday and so will Robbie. Jack there will be waiting for Robbie outside."
"Tuesday. Today's Saturday, when do you want Robbie to go in?"
"Today."
"WHAT? I get it. This is my payback for going camping with Tim rather than taking you on a cruise."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to. What's he going to do while I'm in jail for the weekend?" Dick asked as he pointed to Tim.
"I don't know. Whatever sixteen year old boys do on the weekend," she said with a wink. "I'm sending your file over too; read over it and then contact Bruce when you're ready to go in. Dad's going to transfer Donavan after Robbie's set up in the block." Barbara's attention was caught by the beep of another monitor. "That's Dinah. Gotta go. Call me," and she ended her connection.
"So bro, you gotta go to jail, huh," Tim said with a chuckle.
"Oh you laugh. I'll get Babs to put you in JDC next time."
"Oh no. I have to go to Brentwood, that's prison enough, thank you."
"You've never been in the JDC," Dick said to Tim.
"You've never lived at Brentwood," Tim responded straight faced.
They burst into laughter as they looked at each other. Still chuckling, Dick turned to print out their assignments from Babs. Gang infiltration was going to be a bit more difficult than the Blackgate assignment.
"Got my part, Bro?" Tim asked as he sat his ice cream bowl on the console.
"Here ya go, have fun," Dick said as he handed the papers to Tim.
Tim twisted his mouth as he read over his character. "And I thought Alvin Draper was bad. Man, I'm a little punk. "
Dick turned from the computer, a wide grin on his face, "It runs in the family."
To be continued