Flashback:
~Info: This is before Babs becomes Batgirl. She's eleven, and Dick is ten. Let me know if you like these flashbacks! I add them in every few chapters or so, when I get a good idea.~
Young Barbara Gordon was something of a fixture to Dick Grayson. He had been living with the millionaire Bruce Wayne, who was also the Batman, for just over a year now, and had been Robin for about six months. Dick had seen Barbara once before, when he and Bruce were in full costume, talking the Commissioner. Barbara had come up to find her father. When she saw him, he almost blushed when she saw his tiny shorts.
Barbara had been sitting in her favourite oak tree, at the corner of the playground, writing in her journal. Mostly daydreaming about the Boy Wonder. The day when he'd knock on her bedroom window when her father wasn't home, and take her to the Bat hideout, and she'd become a crime fighting vigilante and- wait, who's that?
A pale man in a purple suit was standing by the playground, looking at Richard, the richest kid in school. He was hobbling around on crutches, his leg in a splint. When he had shown up, he told had told everyone he had fallen over when he was having a race on his bike. Barbara slowly put her journal into her bag, and slowly climbed down the tree, not taking her eyes of the man. She began walking towards Richard, to suggest he go upstairs. Suddenly, the man's face was briefly lit by the sun. Everyone saw the red-lipped grin.
"Joker!" Screams filled the air. Everyone began running as fast as they could towards the stairs. Except Barbara. She ran as fast as she could, which was very fast, towards Richard, who was stumbling around, trying to get away from the Clown. Barbara grabbed his arm and began pulling him towards the stairs. Although the Joker wasn't as close as he was before, he could still easily catch them if they so much as stumbled. Barbara took a deep breath, and ignored the pain in her thigh muscle, from lugging Richard around.
Barbara and Richard were almost halfway up the stairs. She began to almost carry him. Richard was trying not to yell in pain, because he knew that Barbara was doing her best to get him to safety. If I hadn't had that run in with Clay-Face, I would have the Joker down in a minute. He thought to himself. He looked up. They were about ten steps from the top. Joker was five steps from them. He counted the steps to the top. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Barbara dragged him onto a bench.
She took up a defensive stance.
"Just walk away, little girly, and no one gets hurt!" The Joker laughed. Barbara smirked.
"You seem a confident about that. Let's see if that theory proves true!" She pushed off from the bench, seeming to fly through the air, slamming her fist into the Joker's cheek, making him spit blood. To anyone else, this was a gruesome act. But to Richard, it was like looking at the most beautiful girl on the planet, AKA Barbara, which is what he was doing.
Joker unclipped a pair of windup teeth from his pocket, but Barbara saw it, flinging out of his hand. The Clown Prince hit her in her ribs, and Richard cringed. Barbara held her side, but not before kicking the Joker in his stomach, and knocking him out.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Richard yelled, stunned. They were the only ones in the playground. All the other students were in a lockdown.
"I'm the daughter of the Police Commissioner. Ever since my first kidnapping attempt, my Dad's had me take all kinds of martial art." Barbara says, brushing off her hands, before taking a scarf from her bag and tying up the Joker. "Plus, I'm not the only one with mad fighting skills, am I, Robin?" Barbara smirked.
"How did you-there are people-I mean-I have no idea what you're talking about." He lied.
"Relax. I wouldn't have guessed, except that I sneak up onto the roof every time Dad lights the signal. I saw Batman, who I presume is Bruce Wayne, carry you with the exact injury you have now. Besides, you have the same s
"I'm Richard, by the way. Richard Grayson." He said, about to stand up, then remembered his leg.
"There's not a single person in the city that doesn't know you, Dick. You're the rich kid. Bruce Wayne's adoptive son." She said. Dick smiled at the nick-name.
"And if you're the Commissioner's kid, you're Barbara Gordon, right?" Barbara nodded. Of course Dick knew who she was, but he had to play it cool. "Thanks for...you know...knocking out the Joker, Babs."
"No problem. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go tell the administration that there is no more threat."
Dick sat there, a grin bigger than the Joker's on his face,
