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Batgirl Begins (dbspock/WendyTheRed)

She smiled when Chloe asked for help with her dress. "Sure Chloe I'll come right over." She hung her phone up and shook her head as she walked over, knocking on her dad's door.

"Hey dad, going to help Chloe with her dress and then we'll be back."

She left and walked over to Chloe's house knocking on the door and waiting for her friend to answer as she thought about last night and if she'd tell anyone, even Chloe.
 
"Copy that!" Jim called through the closed door when Babs reported her new mission, his military training still shining through all these years later.

Chloe was waiting for Babs, and had the door open almost before Babs knocked. Her dress was hanging around her waist and her bra was on full display. "Thanks for not bringing your dad with you." Chloe said with a rueful chuckle as she pulled the dress back into position, but it required both hands to do so, leaving ehr none free to work the zipper...if she could even reach it.

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Barbara grinned and called back. "Right. Over and out!" She ribbed him slightly before going over to Chloe's.

Barbara smiled art Chloe. "You look beautiful. I may have to go do something better with my hair. And, of course, he's getting dressed anyway." She moved past Chloe into her house, then motioned for her to turn around. "This is a wonderful dress!" She slowly zipped up Chloe's dress and patted her shoulder. "Is there anything last minute you need to do or shall we go back over to my dad's house? Also, your hair is amazing. I'm jealous! I tried to do my hair but you've got talent."
 
Chloe blushed slightly when Babs called her beautiful, then nodded when she said Jim was getting dressed. That made sense. Chloe obediently shuffled around when Babs motioned for her to, then sighed with relief as she dropped her hands and the dress stayed in place. "Thanks." She said. "I just want to know what idiot designed these things so you couldn't put them on yourself."

Chloe's blush deepened when Babs complimented her hair. "Your hair looks great." Chloe assured her. "And so does your dress. And I think I'm ready, except...do you think the necklace is too much? I really like it, but it was my Grandma's so I'm a bit prejudiced." She'd remove the necklace if Babs agreed it was over the top, if not she'd just grab her purse and arm the security system.

"Armed, away, Exit, now." The system would announce, and Chloe would giggle as she shooed Babs out the door. "Exit, now." Chloe mimicked the alarm system.
 
Barbara grinned at Chloe's complaint. "The same idiots who don't believe women need pockets I'm sure." She patted Chloe's back then stepped around and looked quite pleased at the compliment to her hair. She looked the necklace over and shook her head. "No, it makes you look elegant. I'm a bit jealous really. Let's go." She rolled her eyes and walked out with Chloe, biting her lip as the alarm system made her think about her encounter with Batman last night. She was dying to tell Chloe about it but restrained herself.

She led the other girl over to her dad's house and looked thoughtfully at Chloe's house for a moment, thinking once again about how the other girl seemed to live alone but she decided that was something to talk about in time. She led her in and called out. "Dad? Your daughter and a hot blonde are ready to be chauffeured to the Gala!"
 
“I think it’s a conspiracy with the purse companies. “Chloe grumbled. “Either that, or the Jokers behind it. This seems like something he’d come up with. “

“Elegant?” Chloe questioned with a raised eyebrow, then nodded. “Yes, that’s the word. Make sure you tell Dave that when you see him. He’s never said anything of course, but I don’t think he likes it. “ it then occurred to Chloe that Babs more than likely didn’t have access to any jewelry. Jim didn’t own any she was sure. “We can look in my jewelry box real quick. “ Chloe offered.

Chloe had no idea the memory she’d triggered in Babs as they headed over to her house. She then turned bright red at Babs description. “GORDON!” She hissed, but had no time to protest more as Jim came out of the bedroom.


Jim had no idea how to respond to Babs comment without feeling he had to report himself for soliciting a minor, so he just ignored it. “Shall we?” Jim offered as he held the door open for them, ignorant of both his crooked bow tie and the dry cleaning tag on his back.
 
She laughed at Chloe's silly comment about the Joker. "Somehow I think that's a bit beneath him, not that he wouldn't do something like that if it occurred to him probably." She nodded at Chloe's reply. "I said what I said. Elegant. As for Dave, between you and I and Sam he'll probably be tongue tied all night long. I wonder if Sam will dance with him maybe..."

Barbara grinned at Chloe's protest and moved over towards her dad. "Of course." She placed her hand on his back and subtly tugged the dry cleaning tag off, tossing it aside. When they stepped out she turned and straightened his tie, making it appear she was simply smoothing it out. "Such a great escort Chloe and I get." She moved to the car and slid into the passenger seat with a wink at Chloe and checked that she had the footage of 'decloaking' the Batmobile she'd transferred to her phone from the laptop. Satisfied she put her phone back in her purse and settled in for the drive to Wayne manor.
 
“I don’t know. The clown tried to copyright fish, for crying out loud. I’m not sure anything is beneath him. “ Chloe stated, then giggled at the thought of Dave at a fancy gala. “I’m sure she’ll dance around him at least. He’ll probably be paralyzed. “

Jim thought Babs was just being affectionate, and he smiled down at her as she fixed his tux. “Don’t forget, the escort gets a dance. “ he told her, finding it surprising he was actually looking forward to the gala. He made sure to look at Chloe and not, letting her know she was included in the dance offer as well. Chloe blushed, but eagerly returned his nod.

Jim played the escort to the hilt, and gallantly opened the doors for them so they could enter the vehicle. Chloe returned Babs wink…she knew exactly what Babs had done with Jim’s tux…then settled back in her seat to admire the scenery. She’d never been in this part of Gotham before, and was surprised when the streets soon became tree lined.
 
She was pleased when she saw her dad had no idea she'd fixed up his tux for him. She winked at Chloe and then nodded at her dad. "Of course, you'll probably be the only one who wants a dance. Chloe is probably going to get all the attention." She grinned and relaxed during the rest of the drive. Like Chloe she was surprised to see all the trees and she sat up slightly, looking at the forest, her mind racing. This forested area would be a great place to hide the Batmobile since if it was in town someone would have seen it coming out of a building or something by now.

She smiled, also thinking about the lack of traffic cams out here. She nodded thoughtfully to herself then turned her attention to the Wayne Manor when they approached it. She leaned forward in her seat and whistled quietly when she looked it over, getting a bit nervous now as she thought about all the rich people she'd be meeting. "I think I'm going to have to stay unnoticed as much as possible so I don't embarrass myself around all these high society types..." she muttered. When her dad pulled up she grinned as a valet opened her door and she stepped out, glancing around briefly and smiling at the young valet as she waited for her dad to take them inside.
 
"Oh, I don't think so, Red." Chloe teased her right back. She had no doubt Babs would stand out even more than she would. By far. "Well, you want to get noticed by at least one rich guy, remember?" Chleo reminded her, though she was certain Babs hadn't forgotten her big plan.

Jim had just led them up the steps when the door opened and an elderly, but obviously still fit, gentleman opened the door without Jim having to knock. "Captain Gordon." Alfred began. "I believe Detective Bullock requires your assistance with the servant entrance security." Alfred could have handled it, but it would have resulted in kicking Harvey off the premises, And Alfred didn't want to do that out of respect for Jim. Jim sighed and nodded. "Duty calls." He said, then kissed Babs, then Chloe, on the cheek before he turned and headed back down the stairs, confident Alfred would handle the teens.

Alfred then turned to the girls and smiled tightly at them. Not because he was upset at their presence, btu simply because that was the most he ever smiled. "Miss Gordon. Miss Sullivan." Chloe's eyes widened in shock as the man called her by name. "My name is Alfred. I fear the bulk of the guests won't be arriving for almost an hour. In the meantime, I have prepared a tray of light refreshments for you, and I believe the Billiards room or the library would offer sufficient diversion. Whichever you prefer. " He then stepped back into the house and stood aside so they could both enter the foyer. Chloe instinctively reached otu and grabbed Babs hand. The room was so large, it felt like she'd get lost in it.
 
Barbara smiled at Chloe, even as she slightly flushed at the teasing. "This is true. I still don't know how I'll pull that off, I guess I'll have to play it by ear."

Barbara perked up slightly when she heard Harvey was here. She still hadn't figured out what kind of man he really was and had a bit of hero worship since he'd helped her escape the situation with the Dragons. She smiled at her dad. "I figured it would. Hopefully this is the only type of thing you have to deal with tonight."

Barbara was a bit surprised he knew their names but as he continued talking she nodded her understanding. "You are a very organized and prepared man. Mister Wayne is lucky to have your services." She smiled and stepped in, looking at Alfred. "I'd love to see the library." She said as she held Chloe's hand. "And thank you for the hospitality. You can call me Barbara if you'd like. "
 
"Amen to that." Jim muttered softly in response as he headed off to see what crises Bullock was either causing or dealing with now.

Alfred's smile widened ever so slightly at Babs compliment. "As I remind Master Bruce on an almost daily basis." Alfred claimed as he stepped back slightly to allow the pair to enter the manor. "As you wish, Miss Barbara." Alfred said as he turned and led them down a hall, the walls covered with paintings of people with nameplates indicating they were ancestors of the Wayne family. Alfred then opened a door at the end of the hall, and as the shelves ran to the ceiling and were filled with hardbacked, and in many cases leatherbound, books, it was clearly the library. There was also a suit of armor in the corner, and the room had the distinctive odor of ancient manuscripts.
 
She returned Alfred's smile and followed him quietly down the hallway, looking at the paintings as they passed. She stepped into the room when Alfred opened the door and her eyes widened as she walked slowly in.

She looked over the shelves clearly impressed by what she saw. "This is my heaven I think. I may just spend all night here..." she smiled widely at Alfred and then moved to look over the suit of armor. "And this, amazing." She wanted to touch it but held herself back.

After looking it over briefly she moved to one of the bookshelves and began to look the books over, wondering if any of them would catch her eyes.
 
"You are welcome to do so." Alfred told her when she said she could spend the night there. He simply nodded as she declared the highly polished armor amazing, thankfully without touching it. "If you require anything else, I shall be in the kitchen." He said before he stepped back and vanished from the room.

Chloe as well seemed fascinated with the books. "You need a ladder to see them all." She said in amazement, and there was indeed a ladder present. Chloe couldn't resist climbing it to examine the books on the upper shelves, either not thinking about or caring about the view it would offer up her dress.

The books Barbara examined were all much older than she was, and if she looked closely enough she would discover they were all first editions, some worth more than the house she lived in. And there was even a copy of the Sherlock Holmes stories signed by the author.
 
Barbara smiled at Alfred. "While I would love to, I have to get out and mingle. In fact, I'm hoping to meet Mister Wayne at some point. I know, I know. I'm just a teenage girl and he's a busy man. Still, I need to talk to him about something important." She paused, nibbling her lip. "Important to me at least." She shrugged a bit self consciously.

She watched Alfred leave then turns to Chloe as she climbs the ladder. "Well, if any men come in, come down. I don't mind seeing your panties but they might." She smirks and turned back to the books. She reached for those Sherlock Holmes books but paused, afraid to touch them and damage them. She grinned at a thought. "This is an old fancy mansion right. You've watched as many movies as I have...what do you want to bet one of these books is fake and opens a secret passage?" She started moving down the shelves, not really thinking she'd find anything like that for real but keeping herself amused with the thought and who knows, maybe a book would catch her attention for some reason.
 
"What?" Chloe asked in confusion, wondering how her red panties had entered the conversation. Realization quickly sunk in though, and she rapidly scrambled down the ladder, her face as red as her panties. She quickly latched onto the change of topic. "Aren't we supposed to look for dust marks in the floor?" She asked as she joined Babs in her search for the secret passage. "Though I guess that won't work here." The floors were not only dust free, but highly polished.

It was not a book that would likely catch her attention, but a person. A blonde woman in a black dress with a plunging neckline had been staring at the pair for who knew how long, but if she'd noticed Chloe's underwear she gave no sign of it. "I heard you had something important to discuss with Mr. Wayne." She said. Clearly Alfred had taken her seriously enough to report the conversation to her.
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Barbara grinned at Chloe. "No, though scratch marks might persist. And of course, we'd want to look for a book that seemed different somehow. Maybe out of place on the shelf it's on. Like the other books are all biographies and look, there's Moby Dick!" She didn't actually expect to find anything like that but it was a fun way to amuse herself while they waited.

Barbara slowly became aware of a presence in the room and she slowly turned to look at the other woman. She smiled at the other woman, blushing a bit for reasons she didn't really understand and straightened herself, smoothing down her dress. "Well, as I told Alfred, it's important to me. I'm not arrogant enough to think it's necessarily important to Mister Wayne. You must be Sarah Lance. My father speaks highly of you. I'm Barbara Gordon. What I'd hoped to do was get Mister Wayne's attention, I was hoping to get a job at Waynetech. I brought a video, a demo of a program I created that, well, decloaked the Batmobile on the Gotham PD traffic cams. Would you like me to show it to you? I have it on my phone."
 
“Would anyone be silly enough to leave a clue like that, though?” Chloe questioned as she got on her hands and knees to look for scratches on the floor, only to scramble to her feet with a blush when she realized they weren’t alone.

“I’ll decide if it’s important enough to bother Bruce. “ Sara told her coldly. Bruce had already told her about his encounter with the red head(though he’d left out the part where Babs had been naked) and she was curious to test the girls mettle. “And flattery won’t help. “ She knew it hadn’t been the girl’s intention, but she made the accusation anyway.

“And yes, I’d like to see it, and know why you think Bruce would be interested in tracking the Batman. And if you’ve shown the program to your father. “ Sara continued, ignoring Chloe’s outstretched hand and greeting. The blonde teen turned and quickly began to study the bookshelf again.
 
Barbara shrugs to Chloe with a smile. "Well, most people wouldn't look for scratches on the floor and if they found them wouldn't realize what they're looking at."

Barbara arched an eyebrow at Sara's tone. "I know I was already told you were his gatekeeper so to speak." She shrugged off the comment about flattery, not particularly concerned about that. She shook her head to Sara's questions. "No, I haven't shown it to my father. And I don't think Bruce Wayne would want to track the Batman, at least, I hope not. The point isn't to give someone the power to track the Batman. The point is to show my technical skills to get a paid internship at Waynetech."

She tool her phone out and set it to play the video she'd recorded on her phone, showing it to Sarah. "I was able to do this on an old out of date laptop in a couple of days."
 
Sara didn’t react to being called Bruce’s gatekeeper. Jim would know that as well as anyone, and she assumed he had told his daughter. She also didn’t betray the fact she was a bit impressed Babs hadn’t bailed at her tone. There were some accomplished assassins who couldn’t say the same.


“So you have evidence of criminal activity in Gotham and haven’t told the one honest cop in town about it?” Sara challenged her. “And now you want to make Bruce an accessory? More devious people than you have tried. “ of course Sara thought nothing of the sort, she was just curious how the teen would react to the accusation.

Sara also didn’t react to the display of technical prowess. Bruce had already warned her about that. She reached out as if to take a closer look at the phone, then used a bit of sleight of hand Bruce had taught her to hide said phone in the cleavage of her dress.
 
Barbara looked at Sarah with a bit of confusion. "Criminal activity? You mean the Batmobile hiding behind from traffic cams?" She considered that. "There is no chance the police don't already know about the Batmobile disguising its presence on the traffic cams. And Bruce Wayne isn't an accessory. He would know only that a teenage girl claims she was able to defeat the Batmobile's stealth. I'd imagine that since all I have is the recording that fits the very definition of plausible denialility. Who would take such an accusation seriously?"

She blinked as her phone seemed to disappear and arched an eyebrow at Sarah. "If you're concerned my phone is evidence or something as I said, it's merely a recording and once Mister Wayne and I have a chance to talk and he decides whether or not to give me a chance I fully intend to delete it."

She stepped back and slowly looked Sarah over, making an amused noise even as she blushed. "Your cleavage?"
 
“I mean assault, breaking and entering, and murder. All a bit more serious than traffic violations. “ Sara replied, listing just a few of the crimes Batman had been accused of. Murder was a crap charge, of course, but the crooked DA didn’t care. And Sara didn’t really either. No way in hell the GCPD would catch Bruce even if Barbara did start helping them. So she abandoned that line of inquiry, satisfied with Babs answer…and composure.

She couldn’t help but smirk as Babs deduced the location of her phone. But Sara decided to take a bit of a different tact in response. “You like it?” Sara asked as she placed her hands on her hips, then stuck her chest out a bit more, revealing even more of said cleavage. “Or are you more of a panties girl?” Clearly Sara had been in the room long enough to see Chloe’s display, or at least hear Babs mention it.
 
Barbara smirked. "You and I both know the Batman hasn't killed anyone. There aren't even credible allegations. If there were, my dad would be hunting for him, regardless of any perceived good he does. As for breaking and entering and assault...well...all we have for that is the word of some criminals." She shrugs, not looking terribly concerned about those charges. She waved a hand. "My point wasn't to try to catch the Batman, it wasn't even to try to triangulate his comings and goings, though it occurred to me, that's why he blocks the cameras, so the police can't plot his comings and goings accurately. I mean, they still can get eyewitness reports but those are unreliable. It was to show I could do it, it was a tech demo, nothing else. And I plan to delete the program, assuming Batman hasn't done it for me."

For the first time, Barbara lost a bit of her composure and her cheeks heated up. "I uhhh..." She clears her throat. "If you were grabbing my phone in hopes it had the program on it, it doesn't. I didn't want to risk bringing it here, just in case. It only has the videos I shot from my laptop of the footage I captured." She clears her throat and nibbles on her lip. "So uhhh...can I have it back please?"
 
"And how would I know what the Batman has done?" Sara asked with an arched eyebrow. "And there are some who would consider Lt. Flass a credible source." Sara and Jim Gordon were not among them, of course. Sara knew Bruce had been across town when Flass filed his report, but the facts didn't always matter. "And there's plenty of evidence Batman has broken into facilities." Of course, that had been to rescue hostages and save lives, but again facts didn't always matter. Sara was well aware the program Babs mentioned hadn't been deleted, but removed from Babs server and stored safely in the Batcomputer until Bruce could patch the loophole that enabled her to track him. So she saw no need to address that. Not when there were more fun things to talk about.

"That doesn't answer either of my questions." Sara pointed out with a mischievous smile. She was well aware Babs had heard them, the color of her cheeks was a solid indicator. "And if you want it...you know where to find it." Sara challenged her. She had already decided to tell Bruce Babs deserved at least a dance for the way she'd handled herself...now Sara just wanted to have a bit of fun at Babs expense.
 
Barbara blinked at Sara's reply and realized she'd very nearly slipped up and revealed that Batman knew about her program. Luckily, it seemed like Sara had assumed something totally different. That made Barbara's brow furrow as her extremely logical mind circled her thoughts like a shark that sensed potential prey. Why would Sara assume I thought she'd know something about Batman? she thought as she stared at her. She remembered something she'd said to Batman last night 'You know the cost. Not money though it is curious how you afford all your gear.'

She straightened and looked around the library briefly, brow furrowing. Batman's gear is expensive. And some of it is most definitely high tech. He has to get it from somewhere and the money for it from somewhere. Why not Waynetech? And if he gets it from Waynetech that would mean Bruce Wayne might be Batman, he could certainly afford it. Which would mean, if he trusts Sara Lance enough, she knows. That's why she assumed I meant she'd know what Batman had done with my program.

By this point the silence had dragged on for several seconds as Barbara's mind raced. Luckily, even though she'd been distracted, she had an eidetic memory and remembered every word Sara had said. She frowned softly as she puzzled over her thoughts, trying to poke a hole in them then finally simply decided she had little but random guesswork here. No proof of any kind. She tucked the thoughts into the back of her mind for later and then smiled at Sara.

She blushed, several seconds after Sara had stopped talking as she became conscious of what she had said and blurted out the first answer that came to mind. "Truthfully, I've found a couple of other women attractive, one very recently. But I don't know if that means anything or not." She took a deep breath and realized Sara was challenging her. She remembered her Dad saying Sara was a skilled fighter and she wondered if this was an audition of sorts.

She shrugged casually then sprang forward, reaching for Sara's cleavage, trying to hook one of her legs behind Sara's to throw her off balance at the same time. She had little illusions she stood a chance against Sara but she hoped Sara would at least be impressed that she tried.
 
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