Pick-Me Girls.

Girls that think they own the world, because they don't wear makeup. "Like other girls" as they commonly say. They think other women are stupid and gossipy, while also thinking they're small and helpless when it comes to men. They seek male validation from any man they meet, it is purely disgusting.

That iconic high-pitched voice pierces through your eardrums as a girl barges into the common room. Spotting Dick and immediately running up to him.

"Oh my god!~ You're Dick right? Hiii~!" She squealed, latching onto Dick’s arm.

"Uh...yes thats me.." Dick looked down at the girl.

In the room was Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph, Duke, and Cass, Babs. Including you. You were talking to Jason and Tim about mission planning and whatnot, like you usually do. Babs wheeled over to Dick, as well as the Pick-Me Girl.

"Hi. I'm Barbara, the oracle your Sophia. Correct?" Babs asked nicely.

"Eww! Dick! Tell this girl to get away from us! She'll try to steal you away from me!~" The Pick-Me Girl squealed, tucking her head into Dick chest.

"Excuse me..?" Bab's voice was confused but annoyed.