Go Hang out with Dick

"Can I take a reign check on that trip to the mall, I've kind of got somewhere to be" Barbara asked showing Alysia the text from Dick, for a second she looked dejected but then a sly smile spread across her face,

"You going to hang out in his mansion? In his bedroom?" She asked the implication in her voice obvious, Barbara turned bright red,

"It's probably work related, he said he had something to discuss with me last night" Barbara answered,

"Shouldn't that wait for when you're on the clock?" Alysia asked, Barbara smiled, she was getting defensive for her,

"Being availible at a moments notice is what they pay me for, I'm always sort of on the clock waiting for the call" She said, Alysia shrugged,

"Ok, don't work too hard" She wrapped her arms around Barbara pulling her into a tight hug,

"Never do" Barbara said once she had been released.

Barbara Texted Dick,

'Want me to come by the manor?'

While waiting for Dick to text back she texted her dad,

'Thnx, Be careful, gotta talk with Dick before heading home'

Halfway through writing the text Dick responded with a thumbs up emoji, Barbara couldn't stand his use of emojis instead of words, she hit reply and typed,

'OnMyWay'

In the drop-down keyboard.

As Barbara approached the door to Wayne manor swung open in a slow, elegant, measured arc, Alfred Pennyworth stood just inside the door,

"Miss Gordon, I hope you're doing well?" He asked, Alfred was a tall, thin man with sharp shoulders that were surprisingly muscular for his age, he had silver hair slicked back neatly, his eyes constantly roamed, alert behind thin, silver-rimmed glasses, nobody really knew much about Alfreds previous life outside of piecing together that he had been a spy for some top secret british agency in the cold war, though Barbara was sure this was just the information he wanted people to know.

"I am, and how are you?" Barbara asked stepping into the grand entrance hall of the manor, the black and white tiled floor reflected the light from the chandelier above, every painting, bust, and ornately formed detail meant to draw the eye and stupify any guest entering, and Barbara found that it worked everytime, her eyes drawn to some new detail that had eluded her on every previous visit,

"I'm doing quite well, I suppose you're here to see Master Richard?" Alfred asked, his voice somehow the perfect mix of gruff and weathered, and soft and polished,

"Yes, he invited me" Barbara answered, Alfred smiled, his thin mustache raising at the corners,

"Will you be here long? Shall I put the kettle on?" He asked, Barbara smiled,

"If it's no trouble, Dick had a lead on something so it might take a minute" She said, Alfred's face dropped just a little when he heard this,

"I see, I'll bring it up when it's ready" He said quickly hiding his disappointment, Barbara began up the large main stairs.