"DICK!!" Barbra screams.

"Yes, my dear," he responds a little too sweetly.

"What. Is. This." She holds up her favorite pocket knife covered in some kind of goop.

"Your pocket knife. Why?"

"Why?! Look at it! What is this?" She holds it up away from her face. Dick sticks his nose close to it and sniffs. He then takes his finger and scrapes some of the goop off. The worst part is that he ate it!

"That would be chocolate pudding."

"When did you have chocolate pudding?"

"Three weeks ago."

"Ew," Barbra scrunches her face in disgust. "You are disgusting."

"Thanks," Dick says walking away as Barbra gags. Barbra heads over to the bathroom to wash off the pudding but gets stopped by Jason.

"Oooh! Is that chocolate pudding? Can I have it?" Barbra rolls her eyes.

"Knock yourself out, just give back the knife," she says as Jason takes a big lick.

"Okay," he says walking away.

Barbra walks down to the kitchen to see Bruce and Alfred working on something. "Hey Bruce, Alfred," she says cheerfully.

"Father is working, you must not bother them Miss Gordan," Damian, out of no where, says. Barbra rolls her eyes.

"So why are you here, demon?" Damian has an evil grin on his face that make Barbra worry.

"Nothing you shall worry about Gordan," he boops her nose making her want to punch him square in the nose.

"I hate you."

"Thank you darling," Damian says sashaying away to Bruce.

"Losersayswhat," Barbra says fast like I wrote it.

"What?" Damian replied making Barbra laugh. "For being Batgirl, you are very inmature."

"Thank you darling," Barbra says mocking Damian. Damian sneers at Barbra as she walks over to Bruce. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to figure something out," Bruce responds with a frustrating look.

"And that would be?"

"That would be why Master Richard was under what you would call a 'spell'," Alfred explains pouring another cup of coffee for Bruce.

"Oh," she says nodding. "I will let you continue working then." Barbra walks upstairs to see what's going on. She walks into the TV room to see Tim watching a cooking marathon.

"Hey Barbra, do you have any-"

"No I don't have any more pudding!!" She says frustrated. Tim looks at her with a confused expression.

"Uuuuhhh...what?"

"Oh, never mind."

"Anyway, I wanted to ask if you have any intel on the Joker-thing?"

"No I don't, but Bruce is working on something down-"

"Thanks!" Tim runs off to where Barbra just was.

"BARBRA!!" She hears a yell from another room.

"Yeah Jason?" Barbra responds.

"HERE!!" Barbra's pocket knife comes hurling toward her when Jason threw it. Barbra ducks, letting the knife jab the wall. The knife stuck to the wall!

"Uuhhh, thanks." Barbra slowly takes the slobbery knife out of the wall.