DC: The Brave and the Bawdy

Robin & Batgirl: If the Suit Fits

"Hi Bruce," said Dick as he trotted down the stairs into the batcave, "Alfred said you wanted to see me?"

"Yes," said Bruce, not turning away from his enormous supercomputer, "I have a lead on Killer Moth."

"Oh goodie."

Killer Moth was the name of one of the bigger independent arms dealers in Gotham. Recently he had taken to dressing up in a costume and distributing weapons that were more and more spectacular in nature. Most recently he had introduced a wrist-mounted sprayer that released a poisonous gas. Batman and Robin had found it in the hands of a few criminals in Gotham and were trying to stop the weapon at its source.

"I've narrowed down our list of suspects," said Bruce as Dick approached him, "Killer Moth is one of these men."

Several faces came up on the giant monitor in front of them. Each face had a name under it. There were roughly a dozen different suspects up there. Dick was impressed, but not surprised, that Bruce had narrowed down an entire city of potential suspects to just twelve men.

"Most of them are affiliated with one of the major crime families," explained Bruce, highlighting most of the faces on the monitor, "I'm going undercover at the Iceberg to learn more about them."

"Where do you need me?" asked Dick.

"This last suspect," said Bruce, highlighting the only other remaining face, "His name is Drury Walker."

"Who's he?" asked Dick, "A mercenary? Ex-military?"

"He's a student at Gotham University," said Bruce.

"...you want me to go undercover as a college student?" clarified Dick.

"He's a forensic psychology student," explained Bruce, "You're going to have to create an identity of someone in the same department."

"And what, pass him a note during class?" asked Dick.

"No," said Bruce, "You'll have to talk to him at a social gathering."

"A social gathering?"

"One of the other forensic psychology students is throwing a costume party this weekend," explained Bruce, "You are to attend and learn what you can.

"A costume party?" said Dick, raising an eyebrow, "You can't be serious."

Bruce turned away from the monitor to stare at Dick blankly. Dick sighed.

"I'll start putting together my character background," said Dick as he turned to leave.

"Don't forget your costume," said Bruce tonelessly as he turned back to his computer.

***

Dick knocked on the apartment door. He felt ridiculous. Bruce had left Dick's costume for him in his bedroom. It consisted of baggy torn up jeans, a multicolor tie dye shirt, a silver peace symbol necklace, and orange tinted sunglasses. He was a hippie.

While in actuality Bruce Wayne supported numerous liberal and leftist causes with anonymous donations, publicly he purported to hate the hippie movement and every contemporary movement that represented it. Dressing Dick up like one was just another way of diverting people from suspecting he was connected to Bruce in any way. That or it was just a joke. It was hard to tell with Bruce sometimes.

The door opened as a man in an Elvis costume looked Dick up and down.'

"Do I know you?" he asked.

"Scott Dixon," said Dick, "I'm a transfer student from Metropolis U's forensics program."

"Alright," shrugged the man in the Elvis costume, "Come on in."