Hellooooo, welcome to my story :) So I gave 2 options. On stories in my last one called "After the Fall" So I decided to go with the first one! Anyways enjoy this, and review review review! Anyways I'm editing this myself...in my last one I had my friend as an editor so i'm going it alone! Anyways enjoy. BTW this story isn't mature but it also isn't for the faint of heart. So SUCK IT UP AND ENJOY 3 I love you.
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Barbara: Isn't Dick just the greatest?
Mrs. Jessica Grayson: Shut up -.-
Barbara: Why are you JEAAAAALOUS?
Mrs. Jessica Grayson: Who isn't? You have like the best guy in the world.
Barbara: Ah I know :)
Mrs. Jessica Grayson: You won't be laughing soon...
Barbara: I'm glad you don't own me or ANY of the DC characters...or we'd all be in trouble.
Prologue:
I stood in the bathroom again, pulling my hair back and washing out my mouth. I think this is the fourth time this week I've been sick in the morning…When I talked to Bruce he suggested it could have been from the face off I had with Poison Ivy, he gave me antibiotics just in case…but it still doesn't change the fact, it just doesn't feel like anything she's hit me with before and it's been a month now. When I needed to tell Jason I couldn't go on patrol and why, he toppled over laughing suggesting I was pregnant. I highly doubt it. I still highly doubt it. But if I do…why am I standing here right now, gazing into the mirror at a pale faced, messy red headed girl, frantic as ever waiting for a stupid stick to tell me if it's true. The thoughts started fluttering in my head. And if it's right…Dick if he knew…he barely even see's me! Let alone he'd have enough time to raise a child that he'd only see 3 times a month maybe! Not to mention Bruce would go bats! (no pun intended ;) He'd lose one of the best partner's he's had! I'd be out of commission for months. Than there's my dad. The one parent every boy fears of. And it doesn't make it any better that he's the commissioner. I can see the headlines now! Dick Grayson, ward of playboy billionaire is taking up his father's ways, by knocking up the police commissioners daughter Barbara Gordon! Ah train of though interrupted. I gazed down at my future…and looked back up into the mirror to see my face turn completely pale and my stomach lurched in response as I ran for the toilet.
*Omniscient*
"Yeah, I love you too…Bye." Barbara Gordon hung up the phone. It's been the third time Dick Grayson her super hero boyfriend called her to make sure everything was okay. Normally it would stick to maybe 3-5 calls a week but it became more frequent once Barbara had a little accident which sent her to the hospital. It wasn't a big deal; She took on Poison Ivy alone, which lead her to spray her with some kind of chemicals. At first she didn't notice…but a few days after she just fainted at Wayne Manor, during their bat family's new year's celebration. Dick of course tried to plead to stay with her until he was sure she was better, but Barbara insisted that he went back, it was after all only a month and a bit after she told him he needed to stay with the Teen Titans, and also broke off the engagement.
Barbara walked over to her desk and cracked open a book. This was her LAST year of college and she couldn't let her alter-ego or her sex life gets in the way of graduating and starting her life as her own woman. "Ugh" she muttered, once she sat down she started to feel a little nauseous. "Please Batgirl," she muttered "You do way to much as it is to get tired from getting up and walking a few meters." She placed her head onto her palms trying to calm down her new symptom of head dizziness. Suddenly she shot up and ran to the bathroom…
Barbara looked up into the mirror after brushing her teeth to rid the fowl taste of vomit still in her mouth. After taking some of the medication Bruce got for her in case Poison Ivy's plan started to take effect, she shuffled out of her bathroom and laid down. "Babs, I don't know what you've done to yourself this time, just get some rest until you have patrol. You'll be better by than." She said to herself and began to shut her eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.
* Barbara's P.O.V*
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I shot up to my communicator going off. "God is it that time already?" I muttered picking up the gadget and turning it on so I could hear Batman or Jason rant on how I should be there already. But when I sat up and clicked the audio/ visual button, a wave of nausea came over me causing me to throw the device onto my bed and sprint to the bathroom.
*Omniscient P.O.V*
"Earth to Batgirl. Hello? Barb? You there?" Jason Todd (a.k.a Robin II)'s voice emerged from the communicator trying to get Barbara's attention. Barbara heard the racket and stumbled over to the communicator clutching her stomach in response to her stomach ache. "Yeah," She mumbled. "I'm here…" Barbara laid down in bed pushing her hair away from her face. "Whoa look what Catwoman dragged in. Don't tell me you're still messed up from that Poison Ivy face off, I thought Bruce gave you meds for that" Jason snickered. "Ha, ha." she said dryly. "He did…But I don't know, maybe it's just taking a while to sink in" she muttered trying to crack a smile. "So I guess, Bruce calling you in for patrol is a no?" Jason asked. "Yeah, tell him I'm sorry, but I'm going to use that one sick day I'm allowed in a year." Barbara fumbled around in her drawer looking for some Pepto Bismol. "What's wrong with you?" Jason appeared to have a bit of concern in his voice. "I don't know…I probably just have the stomach flew." Barbara bit on her thumb nail nervously. "You've been throwing up?" He questioned. "Yeah…almost every morning…" she trailed off. "Maybe you're pregnant." Jason chuckled. "Aha…" Barbara laughed along, shunning the idea. "It's not like you and Dick haven't had sex together though. Jesus, last December after that big bash you threw, you kept the whole manor up." Jason started laughing at the thought back to that night. "Jason…I gotta go…" she paused. "Tell Bruce, I'll talk to him later." Barbara snapped the communicator shut leaving Jason confused with the situation. After all, he was joking…wasn't he?
"Okay, Barbara Gordon. You're just going to march into that bathroom, pee on a stick. And jump for joy when it comes out negative. Because you are only doing this for peace of mind!" Barbara kept saying those words to herself as she paced the room, debating whether or not to go through with it. Eventually after half an hour of debating the pro's and con's, it wasn't all that over thinking that made her do it, it was her neighbour's in the next apartment complex over. She heard a huge crash from next door, and on cue their baby started frantically screaming and crying. Than to top it all off the parents started screaming at each other too. That was all she needed, the sudden thought of early parenthood, and the man she loved doing all of THAT, convinced her that this needed to be proved wrong.
*Barbara's P.O.V*
"Okay, okay." I said out loud trying to ease my stomach. "Just try not to throw up, or pass out standing up for 10 minutes maybe? so we can get this out of the way…deal?" I groaned again as my stomach twisted in protest at the idea. "Easy now." I muttered, bending down below the sink, for a pregnancy test.
*minutes later*
"Okay that was easy enough." I whispered, to myself while washing my hands. "I only threw up once!" Once I dried off the last remnants of water, I took a long gaze into the mirror. Things haven't changed much…My hair is still the orange mess it used to be, but just all over the place, due to hours and hours of bed rest. And my regular icy blue eyes, are covered in red, from this tireless sickness. I remember what dick used to say about my eyes….I felt my self start to go off into girly lala land but I was interrupted by a loud BEEP. "Ah. Train of thought interrupted." I muttered. I gazed down at what held my future…and looked back up into the mirror to see my face turn completely pale, more pale than usual and my stomach lurched in response, leaving me to run for the toilet.
"Okay, this CAN'T be happening. No way. IMPOSSIBLE. How can I be pregnant!" I started pacing frantically around my room. "Wait, shut up Barbara. You know how." Suddenly my voice of reasoning started to kick back in, and I thought back to that night….
*flash back (omniscient)*
Barbara continued kissing Dick fiercely, tugging at her own clothes hoping he's catch on to what was going on until, Dick pulled away from her before things got too far. "Babs, I just want to make sure you're okay with this…I mean your not drunk or anything are you? Like I want your first time to be special and-" She cut him off by rolling on top of him and placing a finger over his lips. "Shut up Grayson."
*Omniscient (present)*
"Damn it Barbara Eileen Gordon! Could you have been any stupider!" Barbara continued to yell. "He was obviously trying to tell you he didn't have anything! And you stopped him!" She angrily reached for a vase and threw it against the wall. "This isn't fair! This isn't fair!" She screamed through tears, which started to form in her eyes. Soon Barbara realized she was crying and just making things worse for herself, so she gave up on her rant. She plunked herself onto her bed, stuffing her face into a pillow. "What am I going to do?" She kept thinking to herself. As she tried to pull the pillow harder against her face so she could scream into it, her fingers found a smooth sheet of paper sitting on the pillow next to her.
Babs, I'm in town helping Bruce with a little case since his favourite sexy red headed side kick isn't showing up because she's sick (You should have let me staaaay!). Luckily I believe I'll have enough time between to hop in for a check up. So prepare yourself for Dr. Grayson ;) (and a little chicken soup) Love you.
Barbara wiped her eyes and smiled. He was always able to make her smile when she was sad…but than it dawned on her. It wasn't just her problem. It was his. And she was going to have to tell him eventually….not eventually. Tonight.
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