A/N: Here's another story. Hope you like it. It's set a couple of months after Invasion. Dick's gone Wally's dead. Even we all want him to still be alive. Me and Owlcat92 are very sad. We both loved Wally. We both loved Spitfire. Enough drabble. Enjoy the chapter.
Babs P.O.V.
He's gone.
He's really gone. He just left. Without good- bye or when/if he was coming back. All he did was talk to Aqualad. They thought no one could hear what they were saying. They thought wrong. I may not have super-hearing like Conner/Superboy but I can certainly read lips. Wally's death had an effect on all of us. But it turns out it had a greater one on Dick. Why couldn't he have just told me?
I've been tracking him ever since he left. Seeing where he is every spare moment from the Team I can get. It's the closes I can get to him. I'm afraid if I make contact he'll just run away again. Watching him gives me a sense of relief. Knowing that he's okay. He would probably kill me if he found out. But knowing the former Boy Wonder for so long, he most likely already knows. He's mostly been riding into the middle of nowhere. Hardly using his Nightwing costume.
It's almost as if my whole world is crashing around me. Crashing into a million pieces. And no one can see it. The person I want most in the world to help me pick up all the pieces, isn't here. No one understands what I'm going through. No one has known him as long as I have. No one talks about him. It's as if something worse has happened to him. But nothing has. He's just left. Just left pretty much all technical responsibility to me. Another thing he told Kaldur and not the rest of the Team. No one even tried to stop him from leaving. Not even Bruce or Artemis. Artemis is going through the exact same thing. She lost Wally too. Bruce is practically a second father to him. And he didn't do a damn thing to stop Dick from leaving our God forsaken lives. With the slim possibility of him coming back, left. I didn't even try to stop my best friend from leaving my life for God knows how long. I'm not better that Artemis or Bruce. I thought that he'd only go for a short while to clear his head and grieve.
I was clearly wrong. I miss my best friend. The way he'd make those smart-ass comments only around me. They reminded me of when we were younger and when we used to have tons of fun together. The way he used to give me his signature smirk. I'd always secretly met on the inside. Ugh, Grayson, why can't you just send me a sign that you're okay? I'm secretly wishing that he needs my help, so that we can kick some criminal ass like we used to. Ah, the good old days. I miss them. I miss a lot of things, now that Dick's gone. I miss how he'd always give me these secret looks and how I'd know what he's thinking. We were such a great team. With Tim there to, we were unstoppable. The Batkids. There's a hole in my heart that isn't filed anymore. It's not a team without Dick and his smart-ass remarks. Every mission seems pointless without him by my side. Without him in his Nightwing suit. It's just not the same without him.
I think Tim misses him to. He might not say anything, but I know. Dick is like a big brother to him. Dick is like a big brother to all of the younger people on the Team. I secretly check up on him, every single day, whether I'm a the Watchtower or the Batcave. I just need to know that he's okay. He's my best friend and I care about him. A lot. Maybe a little too much sometimes. Ugh, who am I kidding? I like him a lot. As in more than friends. I have for awhile. Sometimes, he's just soo blind about that kind of stuff. He's dated soo many girls and he's never really liked them. All the girls just like him for his money. But I'm not all girls. I actually like him for him. For knowing that he's been through soo much on his own. He's gone through hell and back. On his own. But now, he doesn't have to go through things alone. Not while I'm with him. If he knew that, he would be here with me. But he isn't.
Right now, I'm standing in front of the holographic screens at the Watchtower. Researching some stuff from out latest mission. "Babs?" says a voice. The voice snaps me out of my long train of thought. Wait, I know that voice. How could I not know that voice? My eyes widen. Could it really be? Or is my mind playing tricks on me, like it's done soo many time before?
"Babs?" says the voice again. I spin around staring at the man behind me. I stand there. I just stand there. Staring. Trying to compose myself.
"Dick?... Is that really you?" I say slowly. I take a step towards him. He nods his head and does the same. I close that gap between us and hug him tightly, like I never want to let go. I don't want him to leave again. To leave me. My life.
"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming back for a while." I say once we pull apart, after what feels like hours, even though it'd only been minutes. I can't believe he's really here. Standing in front of me. I hope he doesn't leave again. I don't think I could bear it a second time. I don't think my heart could take it a second time.
A/N: Hope you liked it. I actual had a goat dialogue this time. Hopefully it doesn't suck as much as I think it does. I finally wrote a story where they're all grown up. Yay. :)