#adventures in Babsitting

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Adventures in Babsitting is genuinely such a fun AU and story to brainstorm and think about, it's fun, it's sweet, it's comedic, it's silly.

[castalyne]

Jotaro's wife telling him the baby is kicking. He smiles, finds it endearing. As time goes on, it turns out Jolyne is a rather strong kicker and Jotaro lowkey panics 'What if it's a Stand thing?' He thinks back to Star punching through teeth and the Death 13 incident, could a baby use a Stand within the womb unknowingly?

Hold the phone, I got an idea.

[didimau90]

Movie Review 55 - 02/09/17

The Sitter

Hi, Welcome to Richard’s Reviews.

The sitter is an updated version of Adventures in Babysitting. Just think of the opposite of everything in the original, and this is that movie. Jonah Hill babsits three kids and does not care for any of them. The movie is meant to be off the wall and raunchy. Including drug dealers, and a lot of drugs. Jonah is lazy, and all he wants to do is get with his girlfriend in the city. She wants drugs and he has to get that to her for what he wants. He ends up on this journey similar to Adventures in Babysitting. They lose the car, chased by bad guys, and need to teach the kids a lesson about trust and family. A lot parallel's the original, but how they go about the journey is what makes the movie. The kids are different and much more mischevious. It is a refresher to how life is now.  They definitely do not hold anything back.  Sam Rockwell plays the drug dealer and is funny and crazy.

The box cover shows Jonah soliciting his skills on what would be a billboard. This is just a marketing ploy. He never does this. Inside is the DVD and Blu Ray with the Digital Code download.The back shows a surprised Jonah Hill, and a bunch of technical jargan.

An actual updated version from Disney came out last year. It took a different direction on the babysitting which was original. This version is definitely a copy of the original. This is just an updated look at it with a male babysitter. He is anything but a good sitter, into drugs and lazy. It is definitely a Pineapple Express style movie. Jokes are funny if you enjoy that style. Everything that is bad that would happen, happens. A bit raunchy and off the wall. Enjoy the movie as a comedy.  

Rating - 3.5 Stars out of 5

This movie is a good rental for the hijynx and adventure. It is rated R so make sure you can handle the jokes.

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[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Adventures in Babsitting: What are friends for?

Masterlist.

Summary: Birds of Prey always look out for each other.

@helenababs

@spoilerqlert

It was a peaceful moment in the headquarters, Barbara was off in her bedroom busy with work, while Dinah and Helena were enjoying some downtime with the music channel playing.

"Have you ever considered being a singer?" Helena asked idly, her fingers drumming on the couch cushions.

Canary snorted with recollection.

"Back during my teen years, once or twice. Had a rock band phase. Didn't take."

Helena hummed before another question swam to her lips.

“How’d you get to know Zatanna? You seem to know each other pretty well.”

A nostalgic sigh escaped Dinah’s lips.

“Funnily enough, we first met in the Himalayas. I was practicing tai chi and she magically appeared near me. I threw a snowball at her, she used magic to flip me and land on my butt.”

Huntress smirked, rubbing her hand through her ebony hair.

“Rough meeting?”

“No, actually, she was pretty endearing. Over a decade later, we caught up, introduced her to the JLI, had a night out and an adventure.”

Dinah rested her palm on her cheek.

“She’s just got this energy to her. There’s a lot of tough stuff to deal with in this line of work. But she’s smiling, performing and even entertaining little orphan kids with magic tricks. She’s fun. And there’s not enough of us who get that.”

There was a quiet muttering of agreement. Dinah's expression shifted from nostalgic fondness into concern.

"Do you think Barbara's okay? You saw her face when Zee delivered the news."

Helena's face mirrored Dinah's concern, albeit to a slightly lesser extent.

"I think she was really betting on a quick fix. We should probably check on her soon, just in-

A loud thud caught their attention. They locked eyes for a moment, before racing off.

——-

Try as she might, Barbara couldn’t get herself to lock in on her work. Her mind was occupied by annoyance and overthinking.

She was betting on Zatanna’s magical mastery being able to solve this issue in a flash, that she could say a few magic words and get Barbara back to normal.

Why would life ever be that easy? She shouldn’t be that annoyed about this, but she was. And with that annoyance came concern and questions.

What if Zatanna was wrong? What if this was some sort of lesson? Some kind of plot from a magic villain to weaken the team? What if she was stuck like this? She didn’t want to be stuck as a kid, stuck with the childish corner of her mind slipping out when she least wanted it.

There was noise everywhere. The nervous tapping of her fingers, the beeping of her monitors, her own thoughts, so much, too much. Normally she could tune it all out, focus on the job, but an adult mind in a child’s body could only handle so much.

She’d squashed it all down over the last day, suppressing all the weird feelings of discomfort and anxiety that were now beginning to crack and seep into her mental forefront.

With a shout of everything to shut up, Barbara slammed her desk, the bowl of half eaten ravioli shaking a bit, before her hands covered her ears. She just wanted everything to stop, every sound, she just wanted to breathe.

She didn’t hear herself whimper, but she heard a muffled door open.

Barbara felt gentle and familiar hands touch her face, wrap around her small body that felt like her heart was going to explode. Whispering into her ears soft words and the pet name that Dinah had coined at the start of this mess.

Maybe if she was in a better state of mind, she would have objected against her partners’ actions, how they were acting so soft, so caring, so loving in ways that crossed the line of coddling.

But she didn’t care right now. She just needed to feel okay. For that reason, Barbara didn’t object as a plush Batgirl toy was slid into her arms, or how a blanket was draped over her body. She simply closed her eyes and felt safe.

She trusted her team.

——

The day continued on rather smoothly with a few photos and hijinks of the entertaining variety, including Dinah being in awe when she was shown a Black Canary plush.

Helena captured that little moment, deserved after her time wrapped around Babsy's adorable thumb.

It was Babsy’s bedtime soon enough, despite her protests to the contrary.

Dinah pulled the soft bedsheets over her friend's small body.

“Feeling comfy, Babsy-Bear?” She crooned.

With the plush sheets, the perfectly positioned pillow and the plush ready to be snuggled against, Barbara looked almost the perfect picture of comfort. Her mildly annoyed pout was the only offset.

“I thought you promised no baby talk," Barbara reminded with a lightly complaining tone.

“This is my last chance. Let Mama Canary indulge, okay honey?” She asked with a sickly sweet tone that was still pretty entertaining.

A roll of the eyes before they softened into something gentler. Barbara looked at Dinah and Helena. Her teammates who had spent the last almost two days helping her out. Not out of pity or because they thought she couldn’t do anything herself, but just because they wanted to.

It was… unorthodox and definitely not something to be repeated upon her return to adulthood, but it was comforting.

“If I don’t remember any of this when I wake up. You two were great helpers. Thank you," She admitted with a gentle smile.

Helpers. Not sitters or caretakers. Makes sense, and it was a sweet compliment.

“And you were a lovely and well behaved girl,” Dinah replied.

Helena coughed into her hand with no real malicious intent. Dinah kissed Barbara’s forehead, ignoring the subtle whine of embarrassment.

“Sleep tight, Barbara.”

“Don’t let the bat-bugs bite,” Helena added on, before quietly closing the door.

Barbara didn’t roll her eyes, simply blowing a loose orange hair strand out her face, before relaxing into bed.

It didn’t take long for her to drift away into dreamland.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Adventures in Babsitting: A trusted source.

Masterlist.

Summary: Helena and Barbara talk, and Dinah gets some answers. @helenababs

@spoilerqlert

Barbara wrote down an eight letter word into the crossword box. Unfortunately, her awakening wasn’t to the sight of an adult body, but to the pudgy hands of preteen-ness.

She moved into the next word on the list.

“What’s a six letter word for loose cannon?”

Helena stopped to think before thinking better of it.

“I’m not answering that.”

A feigned pout of disapproval.

“I’ll try Helena. It fits!”

They returned to silence before Barbara rested down her pencil with a sigh.

“I’ll be honest, I was hoping I’d wake up back to normal. Or that this was just some weird dream.”

Helena swallowed a gulp of water.

“Afraid not. Maybe it’s a magic lesson, need to learn some kind of moral.”

A huff of indignation escaped Barbara’s mouth.

“Doubt it. The guy just gave me the watch. I wasn’t rude to him either.”

“Have you told your dad about this?”

Barbara shook her head.

“No. I don’t want to worry him when we have Zatanna on call. With her on our side, this could all be over in a finger snap.”

A cheeky smile traced across Barbara’s lips.

“Besides. He was a tad protective of me the first time, I’m not in a hurry to relive that.”

That was understandable. Parents, especially dads, could be quite protective. And from what Helena had seen of Commissioner Gordon, he seemed like the loving yet overly concerned type.

Barbara soon finished her crossword, as expected.

“I’m heading to my room, I have work to do.”

—-

Cardio had been something that Canary chose to prioritise back when she decided to be a crime fighter. There’s no good chasing bad guys if you get winded after a brief sprint.

But, she had to admit, going through all these twists and turns to find the antique store from last night, only for it to seemingly move places every time was exhausting.

In the end, it seemed to have vanished out of sight. All that cardio for nothing. Awesome. Great. Dinah loves her life, really.

Babsy, you’re lucky I love you…

So, with that option dashed, her next stop was to Zatanna’s studio. As luck would have it, Zatanna wasn’t far from here.

Whether it was as Black Canary or as Dinah Lance, she had always enjoyed being around the mistress of magic. Zatanna had a spark of life to her that never dimmed her effectiveness as both a performer or as a superheroine.

Dinah entered the studio, following her ears and a few wrong turns to find Zatanna looking over a caged bunny with adorable floppy ears.

Dinah had never seen a bunny look shy until now.

“Yes, I know, the stage is a bit scary, but you’re a crowd favourite, buddy,” Zatanna reassured her bunny.

Clearing her throat, Dinah caught the magician’s attention.

“Ah, right on time, just how I like my shows. Do you have the watch?”

From a small carry bag, Dinah opened it up to show Zatanna the item of interest. A levitation spell lifted the watch from the glass and close enough for Zatanna to study it.

“Hmmm… it’s enchanted, some sort of youth spell. The longer someone wears it, the younger they get.”

Zatanna’s lips curled into a nearly sheepish grin.

“But, you knew that part.”

“Afraid so. Can you break the spell? Barbara can’t stay like this forever.”

A hum escaped Zatanna as she flexed her fingers with a symphony of cracks.

“I’ve had my experiences with youth spells, let’s see if I can crack this…”

Zatanna recited a backwards sentence, purple energy stretched from her fingertips and enveloped the watch, before it slipped away.

“Okay. I have good news and bad news.”

“Bad news first,” Dinah requested. If the good news was really good, it was better to get some positives.

Zatanna sighed.

“Smart choice. The bad news is that this spell isn’t something I can just break. It’s a time spell, messing with it could make things worse in either direction.”

Well, that was annoying. The possibility of aging Barbara too far back or too far forward brought a new host of issues.

Looking back, it was a good thing that Barbara removed the watch upon reaching childhood.

“But, the good news is that the spell has almost run its course, Barbara should be back to her normal age by tomorrow morning.”

That was better.

With another spell, Zatanna wrapped the watch into a small plastic bag, designed to keep the magic from seeping out.

“Just in case. Now, as for my payment?”

Dinah sighed with a smile.

“And here I thought you’d be doing this out of the goodness of your heart.”

“I need to feed my bunnies. Sorry.”

Dinah handed over a couple bills, and the added bonus of a picture of kid Babs from her phone.

Zatanna cooed at the sight.

“Awww, she’s so adorable,” her head snapped up. “Ooh, can I visit for a minute?”

Canary was hesitant.

“Don’t you have a show soon?”

“In twenty five minutes. Don’t fret, I’m amazing at timing.”

Well, it couldn’t hurt to indulge a good friend. Canary said yes, and Zatanna pumped her fist in the air.

“Sretrauqdaeh yerP fo sdriB eht ot su ekat.”

In a pair of white smoke clouds, they were gone. The bunny looked up for a moment in surprise, before slumping back down.

———

Zatanna and Canary returned to the apartment in a flash, startling Helena for a moment, who had just finished boiling ravioli.

“Aw, you’re making her lunch?” Zatanna cheered, “You two are like a married couple,” she made a picture frame with her index fingers and thumb.

Now, Helena and Dinah liked each other, but they still grimaced a bit at the implication.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You wanted to see Babs?”

Helena scraped some of the pasta into a small bowl.

“She should be working by now, make the check in quick.”

Slowly entering the bedroom of Oracle, a brilliant sight was on display.

Sitting at her desk was Barbara Gordon, but instead of working at her online setup, her hands were holding two plush hero dolls, one of The Huntress and one of Black Canary.

“No, Huntress, don’t be so mean to baby Babs,” Babsy imitated Canary’s tone in an exaggeratedly gentle voice.

Her voice deepened comedically as she shifted her impression to Huntress.

“I’m being realistic, I’m not going to baby her, I’ll just do whatever she says and cut the crust off of sandwiches.”

Dinah slowly raised her phone, capturing the moment in her photo library.

Huntress was in stunned disbelief and a tad annoyed about Barbara’s unflattering vocal impression.

Zatanna’s near-quiet squeal broke the illusion of Barbara’s solitude. Her face snapped to meet the trio, a face that soon became beet red with embarrassment.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Huntress was going to give you some lunch. And Zatanna has some good news.”

Zatanna sauntered over to Barbara, grinning like no tomorrow.

“Your spell will have run its course by tomorrow morning. When you wake up, you should be back to your grown up self.”

A small expression of annoyance graced Barbara’s face.

“You’re sure you can’t just snap your fingers and fix my age?” She asked Zatanna, who shook her head apologetically.

“Sorry, these sorts of youth curses are tricky. One small misstep and you could be stuck as a baby or an old lady for a month."

Neither of those sounded preferable, at least Barbara was mostly still conscious of her proper age in her current state. She sighed, muttering out an acknowledgement.

Zatanna checked the clock, gasping exageratedly.

“Well, hate to love and leave, but I’ve got a show in ten. Thanks for the invite, ciao!”

With a bow and a magic spell, Zatanna was gone once again.

“Away she goes," Helena muttered under her breath, "Anyway, Barbara, it's lunchtime, so get on out."

Barbara's face was an imitation of sternness, attempting to squash done any flustered shame of her childish actions. They keyword was attempting.

"I'll eat here, Helena. I got... distracted and I need to get back to work."

Dinah's face was soft, an attempt to soothe but seemed to only annoy Barbara.

"Barbara, you don't have to-

"Please, I just want to get to work," Barbara snapped, leaving no room discussion that wouldn't become heated.

With a shared glance, Helena and Dinah obliged, leaving Barbara to her work.

They were in the home-stretch, they could handle this.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Adventures in Babsitting: Naptime.

Summary: An unstoppable force meets an immoveable object.

Masterlist.

@helenababs

@spoilerqlert

It turned out that convincing Barbara Gordon to take a nap was harder than either Huntress or Black Canary could have predicted.

"Listen, it's been a long day and sleep is a good remedy, just give it a shot."

"I'll sleep when it's actually night-time, the sun is still out!"

"The sun just finished setting thirty minutes ago.”

Barbara crossed her arms with a huff.

“I’m not doing this and you can’t make me.”

Dinah’s face was a mix of concern and light frustration.

“Barbara, please, it’s for your own good, the world isn’t going to explode if you take a nap.”

Barbara narrowed her eyes.

"I told you before. I'm not a baby, I don't need this!"

Suddenly, Dinah‘s phone played her ringtone. She pulled it from her pocket, her eyes said it was something important. Her face turned to Helena, then to Barbara and back to Helena,

“I’ll be back in a moment. Huntress, do your best.”

Helena was close to begging Dinah not to leave her alone with Barbara, but Dinah was already starting the call as she walked out of the room.

Damn.

The Huntress took a moment of deep breath, running her hands up her face. Okay, she worked as a teacher, she knew how to exhaust kids. Just, play it smart, don’t do anything stupid, and don’t curse at Barbara.

“What’s it going to take for you to sleep, Barbara? Do you want some phone time? A story? Because I’m sorry to say, but you’re not getting out of this.”

“Do you even know any bedtime stories?”

A smirk graced Helena’s face, she sat on Barbara’s bed.

“Well, once upon a time, there was a woman who worked for a very mean and demanding boss-

“Boring story,” Barbara interrupted in such a childish way that it would almost be endearingly funny if not for the situation.

Helena's eyes noticed something poking out from under Barbara's bed. A small blue cloth peeking out from the drawer In a lightning fast moment, Helena opened the drawer, seeing, of all things, a Batgirl handmade plush.

Oh... Oh, this was funny.

Helena heard Barbara gasp, trying to reach to snatch the secret away, only for Helena to hold it above her head. Literally and figuratively.

"Give it back!"

Oh, she sounds like such a kid.

“I will, just as soon as you tell me where it came from.”

Barbara’s face scrunched up in annoyance, and for a moment, Helena was worried she’d crossed a line. But instead of bursting tears, Barbara began to explain.

"My friend made it when we were kids. Her name was Marcy. We were… very close.”

Barbara's anger faded away as she recounted, her small hands clutching the bedsheets.

"She... made it before she moved away. We said we'd keep in touch but we didn't. I didn't."

Helena relaxed. A nostalgic reminder. She could relate to that. An idea came to her head. A way to both ease the air and tire Barbara out.

“What was she like? Marcy, I mean.”

Something lit up in Barbara’s face. Nostalgia, most likely.

“She was amazing. So creative, we’d race home and she’d come up with superheroes for hours. Rocketgirl, Marvelous-girl, Lady Super, and I’d be so happy to just listen to her explain.”

Emerald eyes rested on the Batgirl plush.

“The day before she moved away, she made me this toy. It’s probably where my collection started. So, it’s important to me.”

Slowly, Helena handed Barbara the toy, smiling as she watched her friend take it into her arms.

"Thank you, Helena. Can you… tell Dinah I’m sorry? She was just trying to be nice.”

It was a genuine gratitude this time, no sarcasm or smugness included. Helena returned that kindness.

“You’re welcome. Get some rest, Gordon, that's an order.”

------

Helena exited Barbara's bedroom, nearly bumping into Dinah, who was wearing the smuggest smile that anyone could possible have.

"It's so sweet to see you two getting along," Dinah teased with a sickly sweet attitude. Helena reply was to elbow her shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, don't rub it in. So what were you doing while I was putting her to bed?”

“I was talking with Zatanna. She says she can take a look at the magic watch tomorrow.”

Helena nodded, finally, some good news. She took a seat on the couch. What a day…

Dinah turned on the news, and by sheer coincidence and luck, the news was reporting a hostage situation in the nearby bank.

The very nearby bank.

Canary and Huntress looked to each other. They could get changed in a few minutes and kick some crooks around.

After all, while Babs was sleeping, the Birds could play.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Adventures in Babsitting: Ground Rules.

Summary: The team sort out the plan.

Master-List.

@helenababs

@spoilerqlert

When Helena had prayed for something to hold over Barbara’s smug head, she wasn’t imagining stuff on the top shelf. After the glass of water, she was now brewing coffee for Little Babs.

The cup was green with some computer code on it. The kind of coffee mug that only a complete and utter dork would own, let alone use.

It was Dinah’s idea while they sort out the plan of… just how they would handle this situation. There were so many unknown factors in this moment.

How long would this magic last? Was it meant to be some sort of moral lesson about savouring youth? It looked to be a physical regression alone, but would that last? Would the mental stress build up?

“Are you almost done?” Barbara demanded from the table, breaking the brewer from her concern. Helena scowled. She couldn’t yell at a kid, she couldn’t yell at a kid, even if said kid is Barbara Gordon.

What Helena wanted to say was “In a second, you little shit.” But her mouth said something different and less profane.

“Almost done, you big baby…” Helena muttered under her breath as she stirred the half teaspoon of sugar through the coffee.

Setting down Barbara’s mug, Miss Bertinelli listened as Dinah asked the questions, Barbara answering all three in a quick succession.

“I feel fine, I don’t know how long it lasts, yes, I still remember anything, and thank you, Helena.”

She sipped the coffee, wrinkling her nose at the taste. Was it too hot? No, not that, there wasn’t a wince of pain, just surprise at the taste.

“How much sugar did you put in this?” She complained with a glare shot to Miss Bertinelli.

“Half a teaspoon. I didn’t know how much you wanted.”

An exaggerated sigh. Was she… pouting? Unbelievable…

“It’s fine. Thanks for trying.”

Dinah hummed, stirring her coffee as she took back the conversation.

“Well, while everything’s up in the air, the two of us might as well stay around.”

Helena watched Barbara’s eyebrows lowering in objection. She could also predict Dinah’s hand raising defensively as Barbara prepared to speak.

”I know that you said you weren’t a baby, that’s not what this is about. It’s a matter of safety, who knows what else this watch of youth can do. For all we know, it could last a week.”

Helena chose now to join the conversation.

“Saying this right now, if you get any younger, I’m not going to change you. Dinah can handle that mess.”

Barbara rolled her eyes, gently sipping her mug of coffee.

“Trust me, that’s not going to happen. But I do appreciate Helena being a helper in my current state.”

A scoff from Helena, Dinah chuckled.

“Aw, no love for me, Babsy?” She crooned playfully.

Barbara’s exceptionally mature and well planned retort was to stick out her tongue. Dinah snapped another picture.

“I can visit Zatanna later, see what she knows. But in the meantime, consider us your helpers.”

Helena could almost feel Barbara’s eyes on her.

“I can live with that, just keep the baby talk to a minimum,” Barbara accepted the terms.

“Sure, but don’t be a brat. And your curfew is at nine sharp. Half past if we’re pushing it.”

A roll of the eyes.

“I don’t need a curfew.”

“You might need a nap, if you keep acting grumpy,” Miss Bertinelli sniped, savouring in the indignant look she earned back.

Dinah smiled wryly, taking a long sip from her mug as Barbara and Helena went back and forth. Helena was clearly holding back her true insults, and Dinah could see the mischievousness in Barbara’s eyes.

Barbara’s eyes widened as her coffee mug was slid away from her.

“Hey, that’s mine!”

“It is, but only if you apologise to Helena.”

“She started it!”

Dinah held up her finger disagreeably.

“You’re the one who complained about her curfew. Now be a good girl and apologise to Miss Bertinelli.”

“Dinah’s really nailing the caretaker voice,” Helena mused internally.

Helena, being the mature adult and not at all feeling a sense of vindication at having Dinah take her side over Barbara’s, raised her eyebrow.

“Well, Barbara?”

Barbara, with the type of exasperated stare that stayed with her no matter the age, rested on Helena before murmuring her apology.

“I’m sorry for your bad joke.”

“It wasn’t a joke, Barbara.”

That was probably the best they were going to get. And the ground rules weren’t terribly oppressive. If things went well, this might be smooth sailing.

The keyword being ‘might.’

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Birds of Prey: Adventures in Babsitting Masterlist.

Summary: A series of stories where Barbara gets physically de-aged to seven years old, Dinah and Helena watching over her with varying degrees of success. Things sure do happen.

Posts about this AU.

@helenababs @spoilerqlert

Original post that sparked it all.

Prologue/Stage setter.

Ground Rules.

Domestic Un-Bliss.

Naptime.

While Babs is away, the Birds may play.

A Trusted Source.

What are friends for?

The morning after.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Preview of the next story in Adventures in Babsitting.

(God, I love that name.)

@helenababs

The cup was green with some computer code on it. The kind of coffee mug that only a complete and utter dork would own, let alone use.

It was Dinah’s idea while they sort out the plan of… just how they would handle this situation. There were so many unknown factors in this moment.

How long would this magic last? Was it meant to be some sort of moral lesson about savouring youth? It looked to be a physical regression alone, but would that last? Would the mental stress build up?

“Are you almost done?” Barbara demanded from the table, breaking the brewer from her concern. Helena scowled. She couldn’t yell at a kid, she couldn’t yell at a kid, even if said kid is Barbara Gordon.

“Almost done, you big baby…” Helena muttered under her breath as she stirred the half teaspoon of sugar through the coffee.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Adventures in Babsitting: The morning after.

Masterlist.

Summary: All’s well that ends well.

@helenababs

@spoilerqlert

Barbara gently sipped the coffee with her thankfully now adult sized hands. Upon waking up, she’d seemed to have been unaware of the events of the prior two days.

Maybe that was for the best, remembering one childhood and not the brief return to that age was easier than the alternative.

“So, I got turned into a kid and you two took care of me?”

“Yep. You were a very cute kid. Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything too embarrassing,” Dinah replied, sitting across from her companion while Huntress leaned against the wall.

See, Barbara suspected that Dinah was lying or softening the truth, but she didn’t have time for that.

Barbara hummed, wheeling over to her computer and logging into her networks. The familiar hum of her databases were a lovely greeting.

“Well, in the meantime, I have work for you two, tracking down one of Calculator's operations. Zinda’s on the roof when you’re ready.

Canary and Huntress nodded, but while Canary raced off first, Huntress was held back for a brief moment.

“Good luck, Bertinanny,” Barbara smirked with a playful glint in her emerald eyes.

Helena paused. Barbara did remember the last two days. That was either amusing or irritating depending on how Helena felt.

Still, Canary had the photos to cheer her up.

Helena smirked slyly.

“Don’t expect anything else, Babsy.”

Oracle watched Huntress race off before turning to her monitors and cracking her neck.

She’d had her break, two days was way too long for her liking.

Time to get back to work.

———

“Well, butter me up and call me a biscuit, been a while, birdie!” Zinda’s enthusiastic smile blazed like a star as her two teammates entered her plane.

Black Canary and Huntress spared a gentle greeting in turn. Zinda was a pleasure to be around, all smiles and enthusiasm that somehow didn't overpower her charm.

Sitting in the shotgun seat, Dinah pulled out her phone for a moment. Oracle would sometimes send private objectives to each of her operatives over message than voice. Zinda peered over with a curious tilt of her head.

“Hun, why is Oracle saved in your phone as Babsy-Bear?” She asked, being out of the loop due to taking a brief sabbatical to herself.

A gentle laugh bubbled out of Canary’s mouth as she sighed with fondness..

“Oh, honey, have Huntress and I got a story for you…”

The jet lifted off and began to soar through the skies towards their next mission.

There was never a dull moment with the Birds of Prey, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Author note: Thank you all for reading and following along this wacky little adventure.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Adventures in Babsitting: While Babs is away, The Birds may Play.

Masterlist.

Summary: The Huntress and Black Canary have some self care time.

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"Canary, this was just what I needed,” Huntress stated as her fist slammed against an opponent’s nose.

She made the first blow when they arrived. After rescuing the hostages, of course.

Black Canary smirked as she flipped behind a charging crook, slamming her boot into the back of their head.

"Same here."

The hostage situation was, ironically, the perfect way to relax after taking care of Barbara. Sure, a bit of makeshift domesticity was fun and all, but there was nothing quite like busting the heads of crooks.

Black Canary and Huntress worked in tandem, Such perfect tandem that the former didn't even need to use her Canary Cry. It was all hand to hand and gadgets tonight.

A low key beatdown, just what the doctor ordered.

They were both ready to drive back to base as they exited the bank, but Huntress paused with a curious expression as they walked down the sidewalk.

"Canary, wait, doesn't this store look familiar?"

Stopping her journey to her cycle, Canary turned to notice a store almost opposite the bank, strangely enough. The store had a hanging sign that could easily be seen as old fashioned.

Old fashioned enough to once have held a peculiar watch…

“It does. We should investigate.”

Huntress and Canary made the mutual promise not to touch anything that looked too antiquated to not be magic in some fashion. The last thing either of them needed was to turn into a bird or whatever.

The store was filled with old items, even a cuckoo clock. The place screamed "more than meets the eye."

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s here…”

A door creak. Spoke too soon.

The two heroines readied for a fight. Huntress extended her staff and Black Canary shifted into a combat stance.

Luckily, the guest was far from a foe and far closer to a friend. A young woman dressed in a casual black and white outfit was investigating a crystal ball with the same measure of curious fondness one would use for an intriguing knickknack.

“Now this would be a nice thing to keep…” Zatanna muttered before she noticed her company. She pulled off her top hat, sliding the crystal ball inside.

Neither Huntress or Canary decided to question that action. Zatanna’s eyes noticed her company and a pleasant smile graced her face.

“Oh, what are you two doing here?”

“We came here to investigate. You know that watch I told you about?”

Understanding, Zatanna hummed. Her eyes then switched to the clock.

“Well, love to chat, but I need to get home to feed my bunnies. Remember our appointment!”

With a snap of her fingers and a backwards spell, Zatanna vanished in a flash of light. Huntress blinked twice, finally retracting her weapon.

"Is she always like that?"

"Yep," Dinah popped the 'p' sound.

With a final look around, the pair finally decided to return to base. It would hardly be responsible of them to leave Babs alone for too long.

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Returning back to the headquarters of the Birds of Prey, Dinah made a quick beeline to Barbara’s bedroom. Just in case the little oracle had decided on some late night work.

It turns out there was no need to worry. Babs was still sleeping in her bed, cuddling a plush Batgirl toy close to her cheek. A gentle smile of fondness grew on Dinah’s face.

It was a very sweet sight.

"Aw, look, Babsy-Bear's still lights out," Dinah whispered with sweet fondness.

Helena turned to Dinah with an incredulous yet amused look as the bedroom door was quietly closed.

"Babsy-Bear? You keep going with these nicknames."

"I've got one for you too, Bertinanny."

Dinah walked off to her guest room, Helena was stock still as her mind processed what was said.

Bertinanny...

She shook her head.

"That better not become a thing..."

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It was a peaceful moment in the headquarters, Barbara was off in her bedroom busy with work, while Dinah and Helena were enjoying some downtime with the music channel playing.

"Have you ever considered being a singer?"

Canary snorted with recollection.

"Back during my teen years, once or twice. Had a rock band phase. Didn't take."

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Adventures in Babsitting: Domestic Un-Bliss.

Summary: It takes a village to watch over a computer genius seven year old with the mind of an adult. Or in this case, two badass women.

Masterlist.

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When it came to new situations, Barbara liked to consider them with a pros and cons perspective. It worked back when she was Batgirl, back when she decided to let Huntress into the group, and it worked now.

Pros of this regression situation:

Helena can’t be snappy to a kid.

It’s very funny sending blackmail to criminals. They don’t know a seven year old is intimidating them.

Babsy is a pretty clever nickname. Classic Canary.

Cons:

Dinah keeps looking at me funny. I swear she's one spilled drink from going all "Mama Bird" on me.

The rules and restrictions. A curfew is stupid. The team mandated breaks are also stupid.

…Sometimes my brain gets confused about how old I am.

Barbara’s bedroom door opened, Canary entered confidently, eyes focusing on Barbara’s computer.

“If I could, I’d put parental restrictions on your tech. I’d love to see you try to hack into Barbie dress up dolls.”

A snicker escaped Barbara’s lips. At least Canary was keeping their banter going.

“My dad tried when I was thirteen. Took me less than a week to crack it.”

The hair ruffling from Dinah was unexpected, not exceptionally dignified, but… not entirely unwelcome.

“Smart cookie from birth, huh?” She joked.

Barbara's wordless answer was a smile. A smile that died when Dinah pressed the power button on her monitor. She whirled up to glare at her companion, who was simply the picture of innocence.

“Time for your break, Babs.”

Barbara didn’t want a break. She was working, this was important. But Dinah tutted her lips in that special way that grinds on Babs’ ears.

“Ah, ah, ah. All work and no play makes Babsy a dull girl.”

Barbara added a con to the mental list.

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Helena watched as Dinah followed Barbara out, the latter looking a bit unhappy about being forced into a break.

It wasn’t quite a pout of “I don’t wanna be here” but more a gentle frown of “I wish I could do something else.”

Following their setting of the ground rules, Helena had been acting as Babsy’s unfortunate nanny under duress. It was humiliating and the worst part wasn’t even that Helena couldn’t get mad at her.

No, no, no. The worst part is how Miss Bertinelli. Huntress. Vigilante. Brutal Crime fighter who was sharper in both weapons and her tongue, would just be so damn considerate about her jobs.

If Babsy wanted a glass of water? She’d make sure the ice wasn’t too overpowering. Coffee? Better be careful with the sugar. Break-time? Make sure she’s feeling comfortable.

To be fair to Dinah, she was handling most of the general emotional stuff, acting as a mediator between the Huntress and the Junior Oracle. Plus her pictures.

“Hel!” Barbara’s whining kid voice snapped through Helena’s introspection.

“What is it?”

“I’m hungry.”

God damn it.

“Do you want snacks? You can’t just say you’re hungry.”

A thoughtful hum escaped Barbara’s lips. The tv screen was playing a cheerful little song. Was that Bluey? Or Sesame Street? One of the two.

“Can I have a sandwich?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Now?”

A shake of the head. Politeness, so often forgotten these days.

“Come on, I know the magic didn’t take away a sense of decency?”

“Oh, you’re one to talk.”

“Magic word or no sandwich, kid. What’s it going to be?”

With a scowl, Barbara relented her pride, stating the magic word of ‘please.’

And with that, Miss Bertinelli got to work.

“What do you want in your sandwich?”

“Ham and cheese.”

Pretty basic. Then again, a child’s taste buds were pretty unadventurous. Helena assembled the sandwich, adding a few leaves of spinach and some salt and pepper to add the slightest hint of flavour to the dish. She smirked, having an idea. Surely, the crusts would be unpleasant for poor little Babs.

She severed the crusts of the sandwich, before pacing the meal on a plate and offering it to Barbara.

“Eat up.”

Barbara noticed the crustless sandwich and... smiled? Wait, what?

"You knew I don't like crust? Aw, thanks."

Helena could all but feel her eye twitching in frustration at having accidentally done Barbara a favour.

Remember what your therapist said. Remember that Barbara has been turned into a kid and her mind is probably a little off right now.

"Anytime."

———— To be entirely logical and fair to their situation., it would only be a matter of time until something exploded. Dinah was at least hoping it wouldn’t happen on her break.

”Helena’s being ridiculous! I just want to watch the news! Not these baby shows!”

“You’re on your break, the news would just be more work for you!”

“At least let me put on the music channel! You’d just put on the lullabies!”

An idea snapped into Dinah’s head. She walked over, switching off the television before making her way to Barbara.

"I think I know what your problem is."

"Is it 6 feet tall and wearing purple?"

Helena looked shocked, yet noticed Dinah's knowing smirk. She knew that look. It was the same look she'd get during a fight when her opponent had gotten cocky and accidentally given her the perfect opening. It was the look of a soon to be winner.

It was the look of the Black God-Damn Canary.

"No, not that," She walked her, lightly tapping her index finger on Barbara's forehead. "I think that you need a nap."

Of course, that was easier to say than do.

Somehow, Dinah suspected the next step would be harder than trying to plan a surprise party for Batman.

Which was to say: Hard as hell.

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Memes for my Birds of Prey: Adventures in Babsitting story.

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Only one chapter of Babsitting left. It’s been a fun ride.

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Preview of the next Adventures in Babsitting chapter:

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It turned out that convincing Barbara Gordon to take a nap was harder than either Huntress or Black Canary could have predicted.

"Listen, it's been a long day and sleep is a good remedy, just give it a shot."

"I'll sleep when it's actually night-time, the sun is still out!"

"The sun just finished setting thirty minutes ago.”

Barbara crossed her arms with a huff.

“I’m not doing this and you can’t make me.”