AN: Well...uh...yeah... First story I've done involving super heros in a while... Well here it is. I've always been interested in Babs and Wally's relationship. I mean they might not even know each other but they both know Dick so maybe...And they're both gingers so you knwo destany and all...

Disclaimer: Yeah yeah we know I'm poor and own nothing. I get it.


Batgirl is always strong. Batgirl is never afraid. Batgirl is always witty, and fierce, and unbeatable. Batgirl has never cried over some stupid boy who was dumb enough to stand her up. She knows he's cheating himself out of the best girl he'll ever have.

Unfortunately for me, I'm not always Batgirl. Sometimes I'm Barbara Gordon. The girl who isn't strong. The girl who's always afraid. The girl who stumbles over her words, and backs down, and gives up. The girl who cried and cried when she was stood up by one of her oldest, dearest friends. The girl who is sitting on a swing in one of Gotham's parks on a miserable fall afternoon all alone. The girl who has no one to hold her while she cries her eyes out over that boy for the hundredth time. The girl with no one tell her that everything's going to be ok.

I had been sitting on the swing for what seemed like ages when I heard someone talk to me.

"You ok, Babs?" I looked up to see a worried Wally West. I smiled sadly and shook my head. He walked up behind me and started to gently push me on the swing.

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked. I nodded slightly.

"Its just- I feel so... I don't know." I said, struggling for words.

"You miss him," he stated. I looked behind me to see his face. He wore a solemn expression.

"I really do," I said, as I felt myself starting to cry again. He stopped pushing me and walked around to stand in front of me. He knelt down and took my hands in his. I slid off the swing into his lap. I curled up in his arms like a child and let the tears flow freely.

"He's on a date with her, isn't he? Is she really that much better than I am?" I asked, looking up at him.

"She is in no way better than you. You're better than she is. Heck, you're better than both of them," he soothed. He began rocking us back and forth. I started to sob again.

"Tell me about it," he said resting his head on mine. I couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"You probably know the story better than I do," I retorted. And it was true. Wally and I had met years ago through Dick and later bonded through our jobs as heroes. Lately Wally had been at my side more than his own girlfriend's.

It was almost a year and a half ago when I'd first called him. Dick had stood me up. He had said he would take me out for a congratulations if I did well in my gymnastics meet. I got the gold. Dick never showed.

I had called Wally sobbing. He held me as I cried. As I told him everything. As I let go of all the frustration and sadness I'd been feeling. As I for the first time in my life let somebody else take care of me, somebody who was in that moment stronger and wiser than myself. Since that day I had called him whenever I was upset.

"He- he's been ignoring me. Again. It's like he doesn't even care about me anymore. We haven't seen each other as civilians in so long. And he's barely ever patrolling Gotham these days. And he's always too busy texting her during school to notice me. She's just 'oh so magical. She makes me feel like I'm flying.' I just keep remembering when I used to make him feel like he was flying. Hell, I thought we were both flying. Turns out I was falling and he didn't even bother to pick up the pieces when I finally hit the ground. Is it bad that even after everything, I still love him?" I said. Tears choked my voice by the time I finished. Wally's grip tightened on me as his muscles tensed from restrained anger. He hated to see me this much of a wreck.

"He doesn't deserve you. You know that," he said.

"Why can't we go back to the old days? I miss the old Dick. The Dick that was my best friend, who had my back in everything and always got my jokes. What happened to him? I want him back. I- need him," I murmured, looking off into space. Wally rubbed my back in comforting circles. I relaxed in his arms. We sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

Our momentary comfort was broken by the vibration of Wally's phone. He looked to see the caller ID; it was Artemis. He smiled slightly, looking at the name with the gentle anticipation of a man in love. He looked at me quickly, asking permission. I grinned and nodded. It was always nice for me to be reminded that happiness and love could coexist. He kissed my head and told me to call if I needed him. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without Wally.

I got up and started walking around the abandoned park, moving quickly to keep warm. Sad grey clouds hung uneasily overhead. I came to a familiar tree. It used to be the tree Dick and I would sit under during hot summer days. I knelt and pushed away some of the dead leaves of the bushes surrounding it. I smiled when I saw Babs + Dick in a heart carved into the bark. It was only just visible in the gathering dusk. I felt fresh tears coming on. I traced the words and the heart with my fingers. I had carved them before everything got complicated.

I sighed and looked at the the stars, faded by the lights of Gotham. It was all so familiar and homey. But when Dick was around these days everything was alien and scary. I got up and began to walk back into Gotham.

She is so perfect. She has those pretty blue eyes. That long black hair. Flawless porcelain skin. Hell, she really is magical. She's smart. She's funny. She's beautiful. She has his love. She's isn't me.

And me? Well, I'm broken. I need him to hold me. He holds her. I need him to make me smile. He is always making her laugh. I want him to look at me like he used to. He looks at her like she's the only one in the room. I want him back. He'll be hers forever. I love him. He loves her.

And no matter how hard I wish, I will never be her. I'll never get to feel him hold me again. I'll never laugh at his corny jokes that he says just for me. I'll never get that adoring look from him. I'll never have him back.

When I get back to Headquarters tomorrow morning I'll be Batgirl again. I'll be strong, fearless, witty, fierce, and unbeatable. I'll be the heroine they can always count on to save the day. They'll never see me cry. Yes, tomorrow I'll be Batgirl again. But for tonight, I'm only Barbara Gordon.


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