Dick Grayson one shots

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It was late into patrol when Dick saw a flash of red hair. He was tired enough he thought he'd imagined it, but no less than 10 minutes later he saw her, a woman clad in a feminine version of a batman suit swinging through Gotham, her red hair trailing behind her as she laughed in pure delight.

The obvious choice in Dick's mind was to go after her, ask her why she was parading around as a cheap Batman knockoff... not that he wasn't doing that same thing, but he at least had permission from the Bat to be associated with his name.

It honestly didn't take long for Dick to catch up to the mysterious new vigilante. He could tell she was raw, untrained by vigilante standards. Not to say she couldn't hold her own, he'd seen her take down a few goons as he followed behind her, and she had definite talent.

"Hey," Dick called, stepping out of the shadows.

Barbara jumped, letting out a startled shriek. "What the heck?!" She said, whipping around. She froze when she when she saw Dick in his Nightwing suit.

"Soooo the bat symbol's not copyrighted... but come on. You really had to do Batman dirty like that?" Dick said, crossing his arms over his chest in mock anger, something that didn't work very well because of the smile on his face.

"Last I heard there weren't any prerequisites to being a vigilante," Babs sassed back.

Dick laughed. "They should change that," he said, his tone growing slightly more serious. "But actually, I'm trained to do this and you're not. I can't in good conscious stand by when you're bound to get yourself hurt."

Babs rolled her eyes. "Oh please. I've been trained enough to know who's trash to kick and how to do it," she said.

"Oh yeah?" Dick said, a smile growing on his face. "Prove it."

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Babs was good, better than Dick expected in fact. But he'd been trained since the age of 8 and conditioned as an athlete practically since birth... she never really had a chance.

To prove his point, Dick pinned her as quickly as he could. He knelt over her, a teasing grin on his face. "You really kicked my trash there," he said.

She rolled her eyes, grinning in spite of herself. "Maybe you should teach me," she said

Dick chuckled. "I don't have time for that," he said, smiling softly. "Everyone wants a piece of my time these days, and I'm starting a new job soon too, so I guess you'll have to bring that one up to Batman... he always finds time to train new recruits."

Babs chuckled softly, looking up at Dick's face and having the sudden desire to kiss him. She flushed. "You can let me up now," she said with a laugh.

Dick stood, helping her up after him. A noise in the alley below caught his attention, and he glanced down, tensing when he saw a hulk of a man he recognized as a recently escaped convict. "I guess here's your chance for on the job training," he said, gesturing to the man. "He's big, so you can use his own mass against him, take him down hard. He's slower than you, but hits hard, so watch out. One hit could be lights out permanently."

Babs nodded, swinging down to the alley with Dick close behind.

Dick watched as Babs struggled with the large opponent, her lack of experience becoming more apparent as she wrestled with one large fist.

The thug kept Babs distracted, pulling back his other fist to deal a heavy blow, one with the force to kill, depending on the angle she flew into the wall.