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So, my name's Barbara Gordon. Straight 'A' student and daughter of Gotham Police's Commissioner. So what am I doing on a school night? I'm at a party, what else?
The car pulls up to the house slowly, cautiously coming to a halt on the side of the street. As my friend puts the car into park I eagerly open the door and jump out the door. As my friends exit the car I laugh - even from out here, I can feel the music on my skin. Wow, that's loud.
"Figures," Amy says as she runs up next to me. "Babs is the first one out of the car."
"The way Dawn was driving?" I scoff. "You couldn't get me out of the car faster."
"Oh, 'haha'." She says, locking the car with her remote. "You're a riot."
"You think the cops'll get called?"
"Either way, I've got immunity." I say proudly.
"Yeah, but don't you wanna get away from your dad?" I frown slightly, irritated by her question.
"I just want to live it up, Amy." I say, walking forward toward the house. "So either leave or follow my lead." I catch them shrug out of the corner of my eye. They don't understand, but I don't expect them too. It's no body's business but mine, anyway.
I reach the door and ring the bell, waiting impatiently for someone to answer. I should just walk in, but, that's not polite. As the door opens before me, Amy and Dawn catch up. The boy who opens the door stares at me for a moment, examining me closely. After a few moments of awkward silence, I throw on the "charm" and decide to move things along. "Hey there," I say in an inviting tone.
"...hey," he says, trying to get with the conversation.
"You gonna let us in, or are you going to let us freeze out here?" I ask him with a grin. He laughs, embarrassed, and holds the door open for us to enter.
"Heh, yeah, sure come on in." He stammers. He's nervous. Cute, but it gets old really fast.
"Thanks, handsome." I tell him in passing. Dawn and Amy laugh as they follow. I can only imagine how red his cheeks are right now. Poor kid.
As we move into the congealed mass of people dancing, my friends run up behind me with wide grins on their face. "Babs, that was brutal."
"What?" I say indifferently.
"You embarrassed the hell out of that guy."
"Look, if he's gonna stare at me instead of talking to me like a normal human being, then any collateral damage he might ensure is his fault."
"Wow, Barb," Amy says with a laugh. "You're ruthless."
As we make our way to the center of the crowd, the song dies down and the crowd takes a moment to breath. In no time, the next song cues up and begins to play. The crowd moves right back into the rhythm, and the song picks up speed. The speakers boom loudly, the ground thumping like a heart beat as the music plays. I begin to dance, moving to the beat of the song. Amy and Dawn get lost in the crowd as the song plays, leaving me alone.
As I continue to move, I suddenly feel a body rub up against me from behind. I look over my shoulder to see a handsome guy beginning to dance with me. I shoot him an alluring smile, an invitation of sorts. He places his hands on my hips and we begin to dance together, moving as one amongst the thick crowd. "I'm Neil," he says in my ear, shouting slightly to be heard over the music. "Neil Stirk."
"I'm Barbara," I tell him, going lower and lower as the dance continues. "You can call me Babs," I tell him as he keeps up with me rather well. As we continue to move I see Amy come into view through the sea of faces. She looks at me, then to Neil, watching us dance. She gives me a wink and I nod back to her. Yeah, I definitely found what I was looking for. Fun.
"Hey," Neil says to me, his mouth close to my ear as he speaks. "Haven't I seen you around school?"
"Gotham Heights?" I ask him, my voice surprisingly loud.
"Ha, yeah." He says with a smile. "You have Mr. Grant for Physics, right?"
"Yeah, I do." I say with a grin. "Funny, I never saw you in there before."
"I tend to blend in the crowd." He smirks.
"Well, you're sticking out now." I say with a laugh.
"When I want to, I can be very hard to miss."
"Wow, pretty and humble," I tell him sarcastically.
"Hey, it's a gift." We both laugh, enjoying the moment for all it's worth. Nice guy. At least he's not cowering in fear. "By the way," he starts, striking up the conversation. "Do you know Alison?"
"Who?"
"The girl who threw this party." He says with a chuckle. "Guess that answers my question, huh?"
"Oh, yeah." I say, turning around to face him without breaking my dance. "I've seen her around school. Talked to her a few times. It's whatever."
The music begins to lull and the song soon comes to an end. Just as before, the crowd slows to a halt and takes a moment to breath. As the next song begins to start, the music raises and the sound gets louder. I stare at Neil, giving him a permiscuous look. "Another?" I ask.
"You bet." He smiles. We move together once again and continue to dance, never breaking - nor tiring. Glad I came, turned out to be an eventful night.
As I look to my watch I notice the time. Eleven fourty-eight. I have curfew in twelve minutes. Oh well. I'll get home when I get home. After all, if I need to sleep, geometry is perfect to grab some 'z's. Live in the moment, I'm having a great time. Why ruin it?
The car pulls up to the house slowly, cautiously coming to a halt on the side of the street. As my friend puts the car into park I eagerly open the door and jump out the door. As my friends exit the car I laugh - even from out here, I can feel the music on my skin. Wow, that's loud.
"Figures," Amy says as she runs up next to me. "Babs is the first one out of the car."
"The way Dawn was driving?" I scoff. "You couldn't get me out of the car faster."
"Oh, 'haha'." She says, locking the car with her remote. "You're a riot."
"You think the cops'll get called?"
"Either way, I've got immunity." I say proudly.
"Yeah, but don't you wanna get away from your dad?" I frown slightly, irritated by her question.
"I just want to live it up, Amy." I say, walking forward toward the house. "So either leave or follow my lead." I catch them shrug out of the corner of my eye. They don't understand, but I don't expect them too. It's no body's business but mine, anyway.
I reach the door and ring the bell, waiting impatiently for someone to answer. I should just walk in, but, that's not polite. As the door opens before me, Amy and Dawn catch up. The boy who opens the door stares at me for a moment, examining me closely. After a few moments of awkward silence, I throw on the "charm" and decide to move things along. "Hey there," I say in an inviting tone.
"...hey," he says, trying to get with the conversation.
"You gonna let us in, or are you going to let us freeze out here?" I ask him with a grin. He laughs, embarrassed, and holds the door open for us to enter.
"Heh, yeah, sure come on in." He stammers. He's nervous. Cute, but it gets old really fast.
"Thanks, handsome." I tell him in passing. Dawn and Amy laugh as they follow. I can only imagine how red his cheeks are right now. Poor kid.
As we move into the congealed mass of people dancing, my friends run up behind me with wide grins on their face. "Babs, that was brutal."
"What?" I say indifferently.
"You embarrassed the hell out of that guy."
"Look, if he's gonna stare at me instead of talking to me like a normal human being, then any collateral damage he might ensure is his fault."
"Wow, Barb," Amy says with a laugh. "You're ruthless."
As we make our way to the center of the crowd, the song dies down and the crowd takes a moment to breath. In no time, the next song cues up and begins to play. The crowd moves right back into the rhythm, and the song picks up speed. The speakers boom loudly, the ground thumping like a heart beat as the music plays. I begin to dance, moving to the beat of the song. Amy and Dawn get lost in the crowd as the song plays, leaving me alone.
As I continue to move, I suddenly feel a body rub up against me from behind. I look over my shoulder to see a handsome guy beginning to dance with me. I shoot him an alluring smile, an invitation of sorts. He places his hands on my hips and we begin to dance together, moving as one amongst the thick crowd. "I'm Neil," he says in my ear, shouting slightly to be heard over the music. "Neil Stirk."
"I'm Barbara," I tell him, going lower and lower as the dance continues. "You can call me Babs," I tell him as he keeps up with me rather well. As we continue to move I see Amy come into view through the sea of faces. She looks at me, then to Neil, watching us dance. She gives me a wink and I nod back to her. Yeah, I definitely found what I was looking for. Fun.
"Hey," Neil says to me, his mouth close to my ear as he speaks. "Haven't I seen you around school?"
"Gotham Heights?" I ask him, my voice surprisingly loud.
"Ha, yeah." He says with a smile. "You have Mr. Grant for Physics, right?"
"Yeah, I do." I say with a grin. "Funny, I never saw you in there before."
"I tend to blend in the crowd." He smirks.
"Well, you're sticking out now." I say with a laugh.
"When I want to, I can be very hard to miss."
"Wow, pretty and humble," I tell him sarcastically.
"Hey, it's a gift." We both laugh, enjoying the moment for all it's worth. Nice guy. At least he's not cowering in fear. "By the way," he starts, striking up the conversation. "Do you know Alison?"
"Who?"
"The girl who threw this party." He says with a chuckle. "Guess that answers my question, huh?"
"Oh, yeah." I say, turning around to face him without breaking my dance. "I've seen her around school. Talked to her a few times. It's whatever."
The music begins to lull and the song soon comes to an end. Just as before, the crowd slows to a halt and takes a moment to breath. As the next song begins to start, the music raises and the sound gets louder. I stare at Neil, giving him a permiscuous look. "Another?" I ask.
"You bet." He smiles. We move together once again and continue to dance, never breaking - nor tiring. Glad I came, turned out to be an eventful night.
As I look to my watch I notice the time. Eleven fourty-eight. I have curfew in twelve minutes. Oh well. I'll get home when I get home. After all, if I need to sleep, geometry is perfect to grab some 'z's. Live in the moment, I'm having a great time. Why ruin it?
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