Babs and Dick (batgirl and robin)
characters © DC
Chapter one
He had held her close thousands of times, and kissed her lips every second he had the chance. And he had countless memories of her soft pale skin brushing softly against his. He recalled many times where he had whispered into her ear how much he adored her. But then, he would always wake up, look around his room, and find that it was all but a dream.
The clock read 6:10 a.m. He woke every day usually around this same time from the same dream that visited him every night.
They were lovers, he and Barbara, but only in his dreams.
She usually came to the mansion every day around 9 a.m. He had 2 hours and 50 minutes to prepare himself to face her like she was just another girl.
But she wasn't just another girl. She was the girl of his dreams. Long red hair, sparkling eyes and lightly freckled cheeks. She was slender yet strong, and her smile had a way of melting his heart every time she laughed. To face her as if he felt nothing was one of the hardest things Dick ever had to do.
He sat up in bed, swung his legs over and his feet touched the cold wood of the floors. He shivered. He rose, rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. Walking towards the bathroom to shower, he kept trying to erase the thought of Barbara from his mind as it had somewhat of a 'hard' effect of him.
The cold water shocked his tired skin, waking his body up almost immediately, he then turned the water to a warmer temperature and began shampooing his hair. After about 15 minutes, he stepped out, dried off, wiped the steam off of the mirror and looked at himself.
He was tall, dark hair, light eyes, his body was muscular and toned, his skin a light olive tone. He was attractive to say the least. But when he looked in the mirror, he was always disgusted at what he saw... because in his mind, he was never perfect enough for her...
He threw on a black tee shirt and dark jeans, combed his hair and took a deep breath.
7:05 a.m. He slumped his shoulders. Time moved ever so slowly these days. Crime rates in gotham had been going down ever since Dick had teamed up with Batman and became his side kick. Then Barbara joined the team as Batgirl and now Gotham was as safe as ever. So there wasn't much to do during the day, and if there was, Batman usually took care of it alone... He was like that...
Dick looked around his room, it was becoming light now that the sun was peeking through the thick curtains on the windows. He scanned the knick knacks on his shelves, a couple of antique jewelry boxes that had been in the Wayne family for years, an old picture of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne and the young master Bruce. It was elegant, black and white. Whenever Dick saw that picture, whenever he saw the young Bruce Wayne, before he became the dark knight, he saw himself.
He and Bruce were a lot alike.
Parents both killed at a young age, life stripped away by the sudden attack of cruel and unforgiving reality. They were both forced to grow up too soon. And so here they were, fighting side by side against the very evil they once feared. Dick wasn't sure if he ever wanted to be the 'Boy Wonder' he had become, but one thing was sure... he needed it.
If he had never become the Boy wonder, he would have never have met Barbara Gordon. The thought of never having known her made his heart sink. She was the police commissioners daughter, and she, like the rest of them, knew what it was like to be forced to grow up. After all, she was as much a hero to Gotham as Dick was.
Gotham wasn't like other cities where you could walk to the corner store to buy milk for your mother. It wasn't a city where kids played baseball in the streets and where crime was but a mere nightmare. No. Gotham was different. Gotham was the breeding ground for the sick and twisted psycho paths you only hear about in ghost stories. Most days you couldn't open the daily paper without reading about a drive by shooting or bank robbery... But in Dick's mind, thats why there were people like him, and Barbara and Bruce... Their job was to change that, change it all. In hope that one day, just maybe, Dick could open the newspaper... and there be nothing to read.
Dicks thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his bedroom door.
"Come in." He shouted, slightly startles at being pulled out of his dazed state.
"Master Grayson, I am making breakfast down stairs if you are hungry." That familiar voice spoke. It was Alfred the butler, a long time friend of the Wayne's.
"Be right down!" He answered.
8:17 a.m.
Dick slumped down the stairs slowly, holding loosely onto the rail so he wouldn't topple over. He reached the kitchen, the smell of sausage and eggs filled his nostrils.
"Omelets again, Alfred?" He rolled his eyes.
"Pardon? I was under the impression that you liked omelets..." He spoke while staring down at the frying pan.
"Omelets! What a unique idea..." Dick's voice was heavy with sarcasm.
"Master Grayson, your a growing boy, omelets are a complete and balanced breakfast to keep your body healthy."
"I'm seventeen Alfred, I don't think you need to worry about my health anymore..."
"On the contrary! These are the years where a healthy diet is most crucial."
Dick surrendered. It was no use fighting with Alfred, after all, he was the king of 'I-told-you-so's' after living with Bruce for so long, it was fair to assume that Alfred was always right. No question.
Dick reached for a fork and dug into his breakfast omelet. It had cheese, sausage, onions, tomatoes... all the major food groups were present, and a side of whole wheat toast with strawberry preserves, oh! And a glass of skim milk... joy.
Most boys of seventeen were living off pizza, chips and cola, morning noon and night. Playing video games and partying all the time.
But then again, most seventeen year old boys were not Dick Grayson. He finished his breakfast in silence. He glanced up at the clock. 8:52 a.m.
Dick started to itch with anticipation. Any minute now Barbara would come walking in the front door of Wayne manor, hugging him as she always did, her sweet perfume leaving a trail behind her. Dick cleared his dishes, rinsing them off with soap and water and placing them in the sink for Alfred to later on correct Dick's poor cleaning skills by re-washing them.
He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and walked back up the stairs to his room.
He swiftly walked into his bathroom and spritzed on a spray of cologne onto his neck for Barbara to be intoxicated by when she hugged him.
He walked back out into the hallway, he passes Alfred on his way back downstairs.
"Trying to impress someone, Master Dick?" He cocked an eye brow up at the young boy, who had stopped in his footsteps down the stairs.
"W-Why would you think that?" He stuttered.
"I've learned a thing or two about you since you've been here, Master Dick." Alfred took several steps, carrying on his way, and Dick was about to do the same.
"But might I say, you will have a hard time trying to 'woo' Miss Gordon if she is suffocating underneath that cheap cologne..." Alfred stated bluntly, walking on his way.
Dick blushed a bright red. Alfred knew... Alfred knew about his feelings for Barbara? He wiped the scent of cologne off his neck with his hand and began his journey down the stairs. Just as he stepped off the stairs, the door bell rang. His heart jumped as he heard the sweet sound he had been waiting for all morning. Walking towards the door, his palms began to sweat as he gripped the door knob, he had to grasp it a few times before he could open the door to greet Barbara. 9.00 a.m. Right on time!
chapter one of "dreams come true" oooh :) i'm beginning to like this story!
hehe! chapter two in the works (sorry for the long wait you guys!)
stories (c) to amanda cisneros
characters (c) dc