Hey! So, I am a long time BarbaraXDick shipper and I Freaking LOVE Batman, I just haven`t really had anything worth writing... until now. So enjoy, and if you don`t please feel free to make your opinion known. I love constructive critisim, just please remeber I am a human being and I have feelings and that crap. Sorry for rambling on, but this is my first Batman fic so I`m preparing to crach and burn. Anyway, here you go;
Not My Barbara
Barbara sat on a bench outside of Arkham Asylum, fiddling with a lose stitch in her batgirl uniform, as she waited for Robin to come meet her outside, like he said he would ten minutes ago. How long does it take to strap Joker into a straight jacket and be on your way?
She tried not to worry, because if she did it would unleash a whole new wrath of questions she just didn't think she could answer. But, as every second passed her resolve grew weaker and her mind ran away from her.
What was taking him so long? Did something bad happen? Was he hurt? Was he dead? Did he need her help? Was he yelling for her from inside the suffocating stone walls? Did he dream about fitting her hands into his? Did he love her the way she loved him?
She stopped, catching herself, once again in the act of almost admitting to herself her true feelings for Dick. That was one line she could never cross. Losing her best friend because he didn't feel the same would just kill her.
Suddenly, her senses perked up. Someone was watching her; she could feel the weight of their gaze. And it didn't feel friendly.
How was it? Please review and let me know!