Pixie: So Barbara, here's what you have to do. You have to convince Dick you're leaving Gotham to join the Outlaws. Jason you back up this statement no matter what. Got it?

Barbara: Yes.

Jason: Yep.

Pixie: Okay good.

~Later~

Babs: *Packing a suitcase*

Dick: Hey, Babs. What are you doing?

Babs: Packing.

Dick: For what?

Babs: I'm joining the outlaws.

Dick: WHA?

Babs: Yep. I was thinking, joining a team helped you grow as a person; if I join the Outlaws I could grow as a person.

Dick: but....but

Babs: If you don't believe me, ask Jason.

Dick: JASONNNNNNNNNN. WE MUST HAVE WORDS.

Jason: Oh lord.

Dick: If Babs is joining the outlaws, so am I . 

Jason: No can do. To be an outlaw you have to have red hair.

Dick: But you don't have Red hair!

Pixie: He does actually. The new 52 wanted to make him a discount version of you, so they gave him red hair and took away the white streak.

Dick: WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?

Pixie: My mother *takes long sip of drink*

Dick: *to Jason* Well I wore red once.

Jason: Yeah and you suddenly were all angsty. It wasn't right.

Babs: What are you guys talking about?

Jason: You joining my team.

Babs: Ah. Makes sense.

Dick: *drops to knees* BARBARA, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME. I LOVE YOU. YOU MAKE EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE BETTER. AND I-

Pixie: Hold up, as much as I enjoy this confession of love I don't want to kill Dick's emtions. Dick, this is a joke. Barbara isn't actually joining the outlaws.

Babs: You know I love you, circus boy. And I wouldn't really just pick up and leave.

Jason: And Barbie's already got a team.

Babs: Uh huh. The Birds of Pray need me.

Dick: *lays on Barbara's feet*

Pixie: Welp. I think we broke Richard. Oops....? Leave more questions and dares.  And as always *looks at Dick*

Dick: *Curls up into tighter little ball*

Pixie: This is bad. I'll call Dr. Tomkins.