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When Spidey Met Batgirl	By : littleblackduck Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 29376 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER THREE: When Peter Met Barbara
The Gotham Public Library closed promptly at nine. There’d been many a night in which Barbara had lost track of time in the middle of what she considered a fascinating project and wound up kicked out by security.
“Come on, Babs,” one of the guards had said to her once. “You might not have anyone to go home to, but I do.”
Barbara had really wanted to refute the guy’s statement at the time, but she couldn’t. What was she going to say? “Well for your information, I still live with my dad, and I do have someone waiting for me, so there!” Yeah. That wouldn’t have been pathetic in the least.
Ever since she’d become Batgirl, however, she found her late work nights becoming far less frequent. After all, what kind of research could be more interesting than cracking skulls that deserved to be cracked? Most nights, she couldn’t wait to run out of work and hit the streets, and this one was certainly no exception. She was still a little sore from last night’s romp with the Riddler and his goons, but she was brimming with a whole new zeal.
Batman and Robin weren’t going to be there tonight. All of Gotham City was her responsibility. They weren’t just putting up with her anymore. They trusted her. Dick’s trust hadn’t been too hard to come by, considering. At his age, he was ruled almost entirely by his hormones, and she’d made the mistake of indulging her weakness for his cocky bravado. But she’d never gone down on Batman, and even if she had, there was still no guarantee it’d mean he’d trust her any more than he already did. Especially if any of Dick’s secondhand tales of the Dark Knight’s encounters with Catwoman were true.
Barbara was actually humming when she skipped out of her office in the corner of the Special Collections section at 8:55. There was a high stack of books on a table that she really should re-shelve before she took off, but she decided it could wait.
“Unbelievable,” a voice said from behind the stack. “Just incredible.”
Upon inspection, Barbara realized that the stack in question was, in fact, the majority of the GPL’s collection of Otto Octavius’ academic papers. Upon even closer inspection, she found a skinny young man with brown hair and a Gotham University t-shirt hidden behind the high pile.
“Sorry, sir, it’s closing time,” Barbara told him. “If you hurry, you can probably make it to the check out desk in time.”
“I don’t have a library card,” the guy murmured without even looking up. “I’m not exactly from around here. And where I come from, you can’t get a copy of this stuff anywhere.”
Barbara looked down at the book in the guy’s hands. “What is that?” she asked. “Octavius’ paper outlining his cold fusion theory?”
At that, he looked up at her for the first time. When they made eye contact, he seemed strangely startled to see her, even though he had to have known she was there.
“Whoa,” he whispered.
Barbara smiled. “Oh, you don’t think girls like to read boring science texts, too?” she asked. “How cute.”
“Definitely,” he said softly, still gaping at her. “Cute.”
She turned to leave. “Come on,” she sighed. “You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.”
As they made their way to the exit, the guy babbled through an explanation about how he’d lost track of time. “The man might have a weak left hook, but you’ve got to admit, Otto Octavius was a genius,” he said. “Top of his field. If he hadn’t gone fat crackers, who knows what he could have done, you know? I’ve been meaning to read his papers for ages, but like I said, you can’t read them back home. Not since he smashed into the New York Public Library and stole them all. There was no stopping him either. He was incensed. Total nutjob.”
“I didn’t really understand a word of that,” she told him.
“Oh right,” he said. He looked hurt somehow. He was almost good-looking in a fidgety, twitchy sort of way.
“Look, I understand how it is,” she said sweetly as they stepped through the front doors out onto the street. “Time flies when you’re geeking out. Especially with Doctor Octavius’ research. Most of his radiation stuff flies right over my head, but he’s written a lot about computer programming and operating systems that just blows me away.”
“I’m not much of a computer guy,” he confessed. “Pretty pricey hobby.”
An awkward silence fell between them.
“Well, I’m going to go,” Barbara said. “Have a nice stay in Gotham. Maybe I’ll see you around if you come back to finish your reading.”
He was still staring at her, almost transfixed. “Maybe.”
Barbara started down the street toward her car. She made it about half way before she heard someone running up behind her. She spun around, ready to fight if she had to, but it was only the nervous guy again.
“This is going to be really forward and way unlike me,” he said, “but I was wondering if you were maybe hungry.”
She actually was, but she figured she’d just scarf down an energy bar or two before she went out on patrol. Barbara took a good look at the guy. He was totally her type. Or at least, he was just like all the shy, nebbish guys she’d always dated in college. He was young though. A year or two older than Dick, maybe, at the most. And Barbara was beginning to suspect that she’d chosen the quiet guys in college because she thought she had to. She never thought she’d be of interest to anyone too wild or exciting. She never thought she’d find herself in anything other than a comfortable relationship devoid of excitement. With someone safe. Of course, she’d never thought she was the type to pull off a cape, either.
Things changed.
Besides, this was her night.
“I’m flattered, but I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said as gently as possible. “All I really know about you is that you read the work of mad scientists and ramble nonsense sometimes.”
“Ha! That’s funny!” he laughed, trying not to look too crushed. “She’s smart and pretty and funny,” he murmured so softly she almost didn’t hear him. “Way out of my league…”
“Look,” she started to say, completely unsure how she planned to finish the sentence. Luckily, she didn’t have to.
“You’re probably right,” he said softly. “Have a good night.”
“You too.” She started moving toward her car again.
“Smooth, Parker,” she heard him mumble behind her.
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