Fine I'm updating. However I'm going ahead a few years to a hot day, But don't worry I'll finish the kidnapping story.

Barbara forgot the change in speed limit, and went 45 down a 30. She pulled over and waited for the cop to write her a $300 ticket. Perhaps she could get Dick to pay it. In fact, now that she thought about it, didn't Dick issue the last ticket? It was a rolled stop back in Blüdhaven, really he was just being a jerk; HE rolled stops every-time she rode with him. Dick was on leave for "Family Issues". He was staying in Gotham while Bruce was away. She was going there now, to talk to Tim, discus books with Alfred. She didn't feel much like talking to Dick, nothing big, just a petty argument early in the day via phone. Most likely Dick didn't even remember it.

She let herself in; she had the front gate's pass-code and the key to the front-door. What would her father think if he knew she visited the Wayne's on a weekly basis? He wouldn't think highly of it. She wasn't technically in a relationship, but still, best not to create problems. To him, Dick Grayson was nothing but the boy who didn't take her to prom, and Barbara was perfectly fine with that.

Nobody was home when she came, but leaving now would be a waste of gas. A quick trip to the grandfather clock could to her some good. She went to kitchen the search for a water bottle but it was empty and unstocked, it was usually used for parties, but Bruce wasn't around to hold one. He was in "Tahiti" assuming Tahiti was another planet of course. She headed upstairs, which was just as big but less fancy, it was the personnel area of the mansion and therefore more home-like. There were two kitchens, one the Alfred used to prepare food for the Waynes (Though no one with that last name was currently a resident) and a Kitchenette used by the family when they didn't want to bother the butler in his old age. The Kitchenette would be best for finding a simple bottle of water, all that was in the other kitchen was carbonated and in goblets. The kitchenette was definitely modest, just like the one in her apartment only more crowded… and name-brand. She fumbled thorough the cabinets looking for a water bottle, and that's when Dick came in.

He was wearing blue pin-striped pajama bottoms and a black bath-robe. His hair was messy (and not in a fashionable way.) he trudged sleepily to the breakfast nook and collapse on the bench muttering something about Barbara waking him up.

"Where do you keep water-bottles in the house?" Barbara grumbled.

"In the fridge, where they always are…You training today?" Barbara didn't reply, but they "yes" must have been inferred. "The bat-cave zeta is offline, Alfred went to go pick Tim up at another one, you should wait for him."

"Late mission?" Barbara clucked, still angry she wasn't assigned on her anniversary of joining the team.

"MMmm… Not really a hard one buy it was a bit tedious. Stop being mad Barbara, I didn't want to schedule you because I thought you were having dinner with your dad."

"I already told you I wasn't going, It's not like seeing my Dad is a special occasion, we see each-other every-other day."

"So why weren't you going? Don't tell me you had your heart set on hanging out with teenagers?"

No, Barbara thought Just you. Instead of a bottle, Barbara ending up grabbing a frying pan.

"How do you want your eggs?"

"Why would I want eggs?"

"Because you haven't eaten yet."

"Maybe I have :3"

"No you haven't."

"How do you know?"

"I can tell, now how do you want them?"

"Whatever's easiest." Barbara pulled out another pan to brown so leftover ham she found in the fridge and scrambled free-range eggs in the other. She empty some propel to-go into her water bottle and joined Dick at the breakfast nook with ham, eggs, and pop-tarts which he accepted graciously.

"Nice weather out…" Barbara commented

"There was a hurricane on the mission…"

"Serves you right, who are you voting for?"

"I'm writing in for Chuck Norris, He can be our president AND our national defense system." Barbara laughed and took a swig of berry-flavored water.

"10:45 on a school night, maybe we should let Tim hit the hay, it's not like Bruce is around to reprimand us, I can come again tomorrow…" she trailed of looking at the twinkle of Gotham's city lights, pretty until you remember half of them were from stripe-clubs and bars. Dick nodded in agreement.

"Can I have some of that?" Dick gestured to her Propel. Babs rolled her eyes and handed it over.

Another night stuck in Wayne Manor with nothing to do but talk about stupid things.

Just like Prom.