"The moth signal? Must be serious," Drury thought to himself as he just finished his second hour of patrolling for the night. All he had to show for it was a twelve, no, thirteen. Or maybe it was?

Dru quickly shook his head. Just a kid stealing some wallets. One firm hand on the shoulder and a scary look in the kid's face from his scary green lenses and that kid was running with a small pile of wallets left behind him. Dru wasn't certain if that was all the wallets recovered, but it didn't matter to him. He had enough of punching kids in the face. So, he was glad to have a distraction in the form of his own brand of signalling despite the usual bad news it carried with it.

His wings carried him to the roof of the old henchmen bar that no one but him used any more. Lonelier than the GCPD, sure, but at least he had a place to think without any goons bothering him now that most of them had either retired after too many run ins with the infamous Bat clan or just ended up quitting after starting clans of their own intentionally or not. The ones that stayed in the game ended up relocating to grunt work for Lexcorp after the multinational corporation started giving Wayne Enterprises serious competition. There was a point in the past when Dru considered joining until some photographs his "girlfriend" (The details are still being ironed out) showed him in a desperate attempt to ward him away from the "evil, human rights violating, worker rights abusing, tax evading corp of evil."

Now Wayne Enterprises may not be entirely innocent of that last part, but the photographs and multitudes of whistle blowers suddenly having a bad case of "Suicide by blender, two bullets to the head, cutting their own brakes, dunking their own heads in the bath, et cetera and et cetera" syndrome was enough to make Dru reconsider his career options. He just never thought it would lead him to patrolling his own little corner of one of America's worst cities. Let alone having his own signal. Despite that, he doubts he will forget the first sighting of that moth silhouette on a white circle in the sky. It was a surreal feeling at first. As if he was going to wake up at any moment. Until the pride had set in. There may be some parts of his new "job" he hates, money issues being chief among them, but he will always keep going just for that symbol.

"Hey, sweetie."

Well, the symbol and that voice. He turned his green moth helmeted head toward the source. Sure enough, there stood his “girlfriend” in the iconic black and yellow costume. Her pointy eared cowl  was the first thing that got his attention. Same with Batman. It was a distinctive feature one could not help but immediately look to first. After that was always her masked face. Then the hair. Then the-

“Dru. Those aren’t my eyes.”

Awkwardly, he looked up to meet her green, warming eyes. Despite his lack of decorum she seemed more amused than offended. Especially, when he noticed her small, but present smirk.

“So, what is it? If it’s to talk about progress, there was only one pickpocket tonight. I swear.”

“It’s not about that,” she said with the smirk suddenly disappearing from her peach lips. She sucks in her teeth as she ponders on what to say next.

“and I don’t care about you only getting a single pick pocket. The city’s not really that dangerous any more.”

Dru shrugged.

“Sure, but I get to work in a good part.”

Batgirl took a deep breath. Then tried to smile with confidence. She had years of faking smiles for her father, her mentor, and her colleagues. Mostly, it worked with Dru, but he was able to read the context, and she only ever used the signal if it was serious.

“So, what happened?”

Her smile got a little bigger. It wasn’t a voluntary move.

“It’s not what happened. It’s something that might happen, but I can’t do it without your help.”

Dru raise a brow behind the helmet. Not that she could see it. Though his crossed arms conveyed the expectant mood he was in well enough.

“Something you can’t just ask the Bat about? Not even Night Boy?”

Gently, she taps her foot with a small bite of her bottom lip. She looks down while Dru waited for a response.

“No. Because it’s illegal.”

Dru smiled behind the helmet. Despite that he also felt nervous. As amusing a she was finding this he was also concerned about her. Now he’s wondering if she had already gotten into some kind of trouble.

“Sounds like you’re in it deep.”

She shakes her head. A little defensively. While raising her hands.

“Oh, no! It’s not that. I just want to, you know, what I usually do. What you’re doing. Helping. Except this is a big thing. Not like muggers.”

Dru shrugged.

“Organized crime or some super, colourful crook like I was. Big whoop.”

Batgirl rubbed the back of her head. Her yellow gloved hand strokes her hair as she attempts to summon the courage to get her point made.

“It’s not either of those. It’s bigger.”

Now Dru was really interested. And concerned.

“What could be bigger than-” he said until he trailed away from speaking as his mind wandered from possibility to possibility. It was a moment until he realized what could possibly be bigger than some of Gotham’s biggest resident rogues.

“-no way. You’re crazy.”

She stifled a giggle with her hand. Dru looked downa t himself. He did not need to look any further on why she was laughing.

“S-sorry. It’s just-”
“Yeah, yeah. My costume could use some work, but enough about me. Why don’t you tell me about this “illegal” thing you had in mind for Lexcorp.”

Batgirl’s eyes widened. Clearly, surprised at him already deducing what she was just about to tell him. Or at leasts he was hoping she was just about to tell him instead of bottling it.

“Oh, I guess it’s that obvious, huh?”

“As obvious as that tower,” Dru said as he pointed to the giant, imposing skyscraper marked with a giant, bright white “LC” in neon.  A new feature of Gotham for the past three years and one Dru, as well as a little over a quarter of the city, were still getting used to if the polls for Lex’s endorsed pick in the mayoral campaign was any indication. Despite the middling performance on the campaign trail, the candidate was still doing surprisingly well despite his chief backer being as wrapped up in scandal after scandal as he is.

The scandals never making it to court probably helped. A big reason why Dru was not very enthusiastic.

“Sorry, Babs, but maybe you should put some more thought into this one. It involves thinking about what you wanted to do and deciding that maybe some things aren’t worth trying.”

Batgirl’s eyes widen again. Not out of surprise like before, but now out of irritation. Her nsotrils flare up and her mouth suddenly becomes much more animated. Dru could not feel surprised. He was used to these flare ups from her whenever she got really passionate about something he was hesitant about at best and completely against at worst.

“No way! You know what he’s done! I showed you evidence!”

“Yeah, and I ain’t the DA. Trust me, Babs. This is an idea you should drop and you know I’ve done stupid crap before.”

She was unwavering. With cold, determined eyes she makes her steadfast, determined stance clear. Dru knew better than to attempt to talk her out of something if she decides it’s going to be her personal project.

“This isn’t stupid, Dru.”

He sighs.

“You’re right. It ain’t. It’s suicidal.”

Batgirl sighs. Her expression changes to something softer now. It was an expression Dru wasn’t sure whether to smile or frown about. Because it was both endearing and all too terribly effective.

The dreaded “Sad Babs” look.

“Please, Dru. I have a plan I swear! I can’t do this alone and you know I can’t try and get the others to help.”

Dru sighed. It was one of defeat, but she wasn’t aware of that.

“I though the whole point was too try and get me to turn a new leaf because I’m almost completely certain that this plan of yours involves stealing or breaking something. You know? The kind of crap I ain’t supposed to be doing any more.”

Awkwardly, she rubs the back of her head again. Now she’s back to looking at the ground.

“Yeah, but this is still doing it for a good reason. So, technically you wouldn’t be not “turning a new leaf” as you put it. Not in my mind anyway.”

With crossed arms, and a hidden smile, Dru observed the just now beginning to ramble Batgirl as she prepared to make up excuses for him being her first choice. As cute he found these moments to be. He did not want to be away from his relatively new duty for too long.

“Besides, I can’t just ask Selina either. She’s-”

“Forget it,” said Dru as he held up a dark purple gloved hand.

“You had me when you did your sad face.”

With a shy grin, Batgirl looked to him with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

“So… your place?”