I'm 2 days late, so please forgive me.

Beginnings

Crying.

It was all she could hear.

The Flying Graysons had died, and the boy was the only one that survived.

Barbara spun on her heel. "Barbara, where are you going?" asked her father. "I'm gonna comfort the boy, daddy. I'll be fine. I'll meet you at the station." she said, and ran towards the boy, who was sitting at his trailer.

"You okay?"

He looked up, and she saw the most intense azure blue eyes staring back at her, blinking back tears.

"Fine."

Barbara frowned, and she walked over to him. "Hey, it's okay. No one's gonna hurt you." she said, enveloping him in a hug. "It's okay. It's okay to cry. Shh..."

The boy sniffled, and he embraced the hug, burying his face in her shoulder. "I don't have anybody else. My whole family's dead." the boy sniffled. Barbara pulled back, looking at him incredulously.

She pointed to herself.

"Me?"

He chuckled a bit. She cracked a smile.

"I barely know you."

"Then get to know me."

"How can I trust you?"

Barbara jumped up, and stood tall, doing a salute, looking into the air.

"Barbara Gordon, nickname Barb, Commissioner of Gotham City's daughter, James Gordon, the maybe only non-corrupted cop in this city and best friend hopeful!" explained the girl, as she introduced herself.

After she was done, she looked down at the boy who was still sitting on the steps of his trailer, and smiled.

The boy jumped up, and stood tall, just like she did, looking into the air, and did a salute.

"Richard Grayson, nickname Dick-" Barbara snickered, "-the famous Flying Graysons' son, the only people in this world who can do a quadruple flip-" he did a quadruple flip, "-and in need of company!"

"Come on, I'm your company!"

"Sure, Babs." Barbara glared at him.

"Shut up, Circus boy."

They looked at each other's blue eyes for a moment, and burst out laughing.

They were best friends already.

Commissioner James Gordon had just finished settling down about the death of the Flying Gaysons', when he heard laughter.

He turned around at the direction of where his daughter headed off to, in hope she had cheered the boy up.

He saw the boy and Barbara laughing on the ground, wheezing for air.

He cracked a smile.

He hoped the two would be best friends.