BEEP! BEEP! My alarm rang out at seven in the morning. Groaning I slapped the off button, more like the shut up button, and flipped off my pale pink comforter. I sat up feeling lazily around for my glasses on my nightstand. With a yawn I made my way to the bathroom and mechanically turned on the warm shower water. After putting my contacts in, I stripped of my Lulu’s and my ‘Robin Forever’ t-shirt. I stepped into the rushing water and let it cascade over me as I reached for shampoo. I was so tired that I almost cut myself multiple times while shaving, luckily I didn’t.
Let’s just say that I’m not much of a morning person and I stayed up till 10:56 last night writing my essay that’s due today. Just the thought of school made me groan, but at least I could see my best friend Dick Grayson. Okay, I admit it, crush, too.
I turned the knob that shut off the water and grabbed for my white towel to dry off with. Stepping out of the shower I wrapped myself in the towel and went over to the mirror to readjust my contacts. Picking up my clothes from the ground and my glasses from the small, white tiled countertop, I walked out of the bathroom down the hallway to my room.
Once in my room, I threw my clothes on my bed, plopped my panties into the hamper and set my glasses on my white nightstand. From the hook on the wall I grabbed my robe and exchanged my towel for its soft, baby blue fabric. Throwing my towel on bed, I tied my robe and walked over to my closet. I grabbed the hanger with a navy blue plaid patterned skirt and tossed it onto my unmade bed. Looking at the white and sky blue blouses on their respective hangers, I thought of which to ware. Deciding on the white blouse I tossed it over with the skirt. I walked over to my dresser and rummaged around for my under garments. With everything out that I needed I got dressed for the long day ahead.
After I swiped on some mascara I headed downstairs to make breakfast. I opened the cupboard next to the stove and grabbed the medium mixing bowl. Waltzing to the fridge I carefully got out the eggs, set them on the counter next to the bowl, opened the egg carton and cracked four eggs before putting it back in the fridge. After I scrambled the eggs I reached down for the frying pan and turned on the stove.
“Morning sweetie,” my dad said walking in as I sprayed the pan with cooking oil. He was dressed in a gray dress shirt, black tie and slacks with his big, brown rectangular glasses.
“Good morning daddy,” I replied pouring the raw eggs onto the hot pan. “How’s the murder case going?”
“Alright, and you shouldn’t know about that missy,” he answered helping himself to some coffee in his #1 Dad mug that I made in second grade for Father’s Day.
“It’s all over the news. Plus, the paper,” I pointed at The Gotham Gazette on the table with the spatula in my hand and went back tending to the cooking eggs. Dad huffed when he say the title; JIM GORDON AND POSSIBLY DARK KNIGHT WORKING ON MURDER CASE.
“The media can’t mind their own business can they?” He asked rhetorically getting two bowls for the now finished scrambled eggs. I scraped the eggs evenly into each bowl, sprinkled salt and pepper and cheese on top. I ate listening to my dad going on about the ‘damned media’ then took my vitamins and went upstairs to brush my teeth.
DING DONG filled the house as I ran for my backpack on one of the dinner table chairs. “Bye Dad!” I yelled dashing out the door almost running into my friend Dick.
“Whoa Babs, even I don’t think is school is that exciting,” Dick said helping me steady myself.
“Please, school exciting? No, I was just running late,” I protested.
“I know, I know Mathletes and all that other techie stuff is your life,” I cut him off as we walked to the shinny, black car parallel parked to the curb.
“Hi Alfred,” I exclaimed while climbing into the back of the car with Dick following.
“Hello Miss Barbara,” Alfred replied after Dick closed the car door.
“Did you hear about the ongoing murder investigation?” I asked Dick while buckling my seatbelt.
“So sad. This city is filled with way too many crazies and only a limited amount of officers and Dark Knights,” I rambled on and kept up the conversation the entire car ride.
“Bye, Alfred,” I said hopping out of the car. Together Dick and I walked up to the school and through the double doors. Somehow I started rambling on about the Boy Wonder.
“I know that you’re a fan of Robin and may think that this is weird being a guy, but he is so cute. I would put myself in harm’s way just to be saved by him,” I babbled as we walked to our lockers.
“Babs,” Dick said and I continued to talk. “Babs!”
“What?” He just raised an eyebrow. “I was talking too much, wasn’t I?”
“Yep,” he said as we opened our lockers in unison. On the inside of my door was a picture of Robin with hearts all around it and Dick’s had nothing.
“Sorry, I guess that I forgot my de-rambling pill this morning,” I joked making him lightly chuckle. “Your locker is so bare. You need to decorate it with a picture or something.”
“Okay,” he said slowly and took out the picture of us at the charity event from August from his wallet. In the picture I was wearing a short, emerald dress with a prom dress silhouette, hair in a fancy bun showing my heart diamond earrings my dad got me for Christmas last year. I was also wearing the diamond in crested ‘B’ necklace that Dick got me for my birthday earlier this year. All Dick was wearing was a black suit with a bow tie and his favorite, fancy watch. He took one of my magnets and put the picture up.
“There,” he said smiling. “Satisfied?”
“Ecstatic,” I stated shutting my locker with my binder in my arms. “I can’t believe that you still have that picture of us in your wallet. Didn’t I put that in there two months ago?”
“Yeah, but its good quality and we it was a fun event,” he shrugged closing his locker with his binder resting on his hip.
“Hey kids,” said a boy slightly shorter than me with blonde, short hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Will!” Dick exclaimed as they did a fancy pancy hand shake.
“I’ll leave you two to your bromance,” I said walking over to my friend’s, Madeline’s, locker.
“Bromance?” She asked.
“Bromance,” I confirmed and together we walked to homeroom.
After four periods of boredom I was free for lunch. I grabbed my lunch from my locker and headed for the cafeteria. I set my lunch bag next to Dick’s and sat down.
“Hey Babs,” he greeted.
“Barbara, I heard that you graduated from the wallet to the locker,” Will slyly said averting Dick’s looks.
“I was the one that put the picture in his wallet and told him to decorate his locker. He was the one that moved it because I told him to,” I explained to Will.
“Sure,” he uttered unconvinced.
“It was the only picture that I had on hand,” Dick contributed.
“No, you have plenty of pictures in that wallet of yours and it wasn’t on top last time I checked,” Will pressed on.
“Touché,” I agreed.
“It’s just a picture not the constitution,” Dick retorted.
“Hey, I can’t help it if I’m a history nerd,” Will threw his hands back in surrender. “At least I’m not a math nerd.”
“Hey,” Dick and I exclaimed.
“Well, at least I’m not on the Mathletes team,” I shrugged.
“Thanks Babs. I really appreciate the support,” Dick sarcastically announced.
“Aw. Sorry, did I strike a nerve,” I said resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, you did,” he fake cried and we all laughed. Soon Madeline joined us and we all sat there messing around like the best of friends we are. The only thing that stopped us was the feedback from the intercom.
“THIS IS A LOCKDOWN. I REPEAT THIS IS A LOCKDOWN, NOT A DRILL.”