It Hurts Sometimes

3. Are You a Vampire?

For two weeks now, Robin and Barbara had been meeting in different locations that she had been leaving clues to find on post-it notes in a secret box they kept of the roof of the police HQ.

"So, how come I never see you in the day?" Barbara asked, splitting a sandwich with Robin. They were sitting on an abandoned wooden platform in east Gotham, that used to be part of the dam.
"Do you really think I want to be seen in daylight with this outfit?" Robin tried to avoid answering.
"Rob..." Barbara said warningly.
"Fine. Fine." He threw his hands up in surrender. "I mean, you might see me in the day, but you just don't know it's me." He said mysteriously. Barbara elbowed him. "I guess we just don't have a lot of daytime missions."

After finishing their sandwiches, Robin could tell something was bothering Barbara.
"What's up?" He asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"I...I have this friend, Dick Grayson?" She started. Oh, no. Robin thought. She knows. "It's just...lately he's been so distant. He's my best friend, but it's like he doesn't have time for me anymore." Robin was stunned.
"I'm sure he doesn't mean it. He probably had a lot of things to do." He said, trying not to reveal his identity.
"I guess...but I kinda have a crush on him. And now it's like I'm not even going to get a chance." Barbara pulled her knees up to her chest. She has a crush on me?! Dick thought. This is getting more complicated by the minute. "And now I think I might...maybe...be getting a crush on you, Robin. But you're never around in the day. Are you a vampire?" She motioned to his costume. "I mean, c'mon, you work for a guy named the Batman. That's exactly what a vampire hero would call themselves."
"Vampires don't exist." Robin protested.
"I'm friends with a guy who dresses up in green and red spandex every night, there are alien heroes in Metropolis, and Gotham has more villains than Nicki Minaj's butt has implants. If someone tells me vampires are real, who am I to question it?" Barbara reasoned, and Robin shrugged, but his wrist started beeping.
"Argh! Gotta bounce. I have a secret identity to reassume." He stood up. "Bye, Batgirl." It was a nickname he had made up for Barbara, since her initials were 'B' and 'G'.
"Wait. I want you to prove that you exist in the day." She said.
"Like, come up to you and say I'm Robin?" He asked.
"I don't know, just prove you're not a blood-sucking undead monster." Barbara grinned.
"Will do."