Young Justice Trash

Making Fun of Rich Kids (ft Barbra Gordon)

-Barbra is in 10th grade. Don't hit me with my own continuity, I just perfer to write Babs as older than Dick-

Artemis sat at the table, next to Barbra, the two of them had become close over the past couple weeks. "Ugh!"

"What is it now?" The redhead asked hollowly, Artemis complained a lot so she was used to letting her vent.

"Just this school! You can-" She inhaled sharply. "You can smell the allowence funds. They're all so rich and annoying! This chick complained that her acrylics are 'too old' and 'out of season', she got them a week ago!"

"I know, It can be weird. But hey, we've got each other!" And Barbra was right, she and Artemis were upper-middle class and lower-middle class (well, more like upper-lower class) respectively, and the two of them could relate to each other better than the kids with their own cars.

"Also, what's up with having uniforms, it's fucking gross and weird! I can't afford more than one, and can only wash it once a week! Bullshit! I miss being able to wear my clothes."

"Vibe." Barbra muttered. "Hey, I got you some seaweed!" She pulled out one of those packs of wasabi seaweed and tossed it to her. "You want to come over to my place after school? We gotta work on that assignment... you can use my washing machine..."

"God! I wish, I have a thing at four-thirty!"

"Ouch. well, Maybe it's for the best, I'm hanging out with Dick later tonight." Barbra jerked her head at the short, black haired boy, involved in some sort of chat (or argument) with a couple taller kids.

Artemis wrinkled her nose. "I don't get that kid; he's weird. Also, he's a freshmen, what's up with you watching him twice a week? His dad must pay you a ton to put up with his brat."

"Something like that..." Barbra chuckled, there were three types of rumors about her going to the manor at night; that she and Bruce were... intimate (GROSS GROSS GROSS), that she and Dick were together (also gross, but not illegal) and, the most wholesome (and accurate) one, that she got payed a bomb to babysit a thirteen-year-old. She was glad that Artemis believed the last one. "Bruce- Dick's dad is pretty cool though, and I'm allowed to raid the kitchen."

"Oh, so we're on first names terms with them?" Artemis joked. 

"Girl, they're on first-names-terms with each other." Barbra laughed. 

"Babs, are you making fun of me being adopted?" Dick sat down, uninvited.

"Mmm- nope!"

"Oh well, that line will work someday." He collapsed, frusterated. "I'M BORED!"

Barba heard it a million times a day. She chose to humor him. "Why don't you do something, Dickie?"

"I'm TOO bored to do anything!" He whined loudly, in a voice Artemis found familiar. "Anyways... what're you talking 'bout?"

"None of your business, squirt." The blonde girl reached out and tapped the boy's nose, infuriating him. "Why don't you go crash a Bentley with your rich little friends?"

"What friends?" Barbra snorted.

Dick scowled. "I don't want to crash a car."

"He's too short to touch the breaks." The redhead teased. Dick gave her a glare, he couldn't say anything cool or badass as Dick Grayson, that meant Babs could taunt him relentlessly. "Hey Dickie bird, your dad says to go easy on the soda tonight."

Dick rolled his eyes and stood up to leave. "Later idiots."

Artemis arrived at the mountain pretty late, the rest of the team was already there; even Robin, who was bopping his head up and down, riding the high that came with the repetitive movement. 

"I almost got FUCKING run over!" The threw her bag down. "My school is all just rich teens with Sports cars."

"Are you alright?" Kaldur asked

"Fine, just gross and dirty from the road." She began raiding the communal hand sanitizer.

"Why does your school let that happen?" Conner asked.

Artemis shrugged. "Rich kids, they use their even richer parents to get out of ANY trouble. Those privileged fucks."

"That sounds hard, dealing with people who don't have a sense of responsibility." M'gann sympathized.

The blonde shrugged. "Some of them aren't that bad... my friend Barbra knows one who's okay... like, he IS a brat, and he will probably grow up relying on Daddy's credit card, but he's Kind of funny sometimes." She was oblivious to Wally glancing frantically between her and the boy wonder, and Robin looking like he was Astro-projecting. "He's also kind of annoying too, but that's probably just cause he's a freshman."

The redhead laughed nervously. "I mean... we're all annoying when we're in eighth grade..."

"Baywatch, you're still annoying. Yeah, anyways, there are a couple rich kids who aren't so bad." She admitted. "Also -unrelated- Barbra's friend, the Grayson kid." She gave a sarcastic chef's kiss. "SUPER GAY."

Robin stood up violently. Freezing in place,

"Anything up, rob?" Wally prompted the bird.

"I've got to go." He started hurrying out. "I'm getting a call. Bye." He ran through the zetabeam, hurrying up from the cave, into the manor.

"Hi, Dick." His adopted father waved as he strode past, eyes wide. "What's up."

"No-nothing." He deepened his voice a little. He wasn't educated in orientation, and wasn't quite comfortable in his sexuality yet. He'd been to middle school, he knew that he should avoid being thought of as gay. To a confused freshman with daddy issues, he thought he needed to avoid being queer at all costs. Luckily, that ideology didn't last too long.

"Your dinner is downstairs." Bruce said, it was sad when his kid tried to be more masculine, But it was a little bit cute too, since he was only thirteen. "Are you ready for a long patrol tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have everything?"

"I think so..." He racked his brain.

"Are you sure?" His father smiled, pulling a pill bottle from his pocket. "I found this in my bag earlier." He tossed it at Dick.

"Oh! Right, I forgot these." He admitted.

On the way to the dining room, Dick ran into Barbra, who came over after school a few times a week. Like, he actually ran into her. 

"BITCH." She steadied herself, cola lurching out of the can in her fist. "Great, we just ran out of paper towels!"

"We? Babs, you do not live here."

She scoffed, set down her drink, and made a sudden lunge for him. She grabbed his shirt throwing him into the puddle of soda, holding him in place until his shirt soaked up the liquid.

He giggled, kicking at her. "In my own house, Barb?" He yelled. "I'm not even allowed to touch the Coke in the fridge."

"Well, Robin has to do feild work, I just sit at the Batcomputer once or twice a week and give instructions."

"Hey, one day, batgirl WILL happen."

"I hope so."