"And while I recover there'll be better days ahead," Dick sang his beautiful tenor voice ringing through the Batcave. Fox Stevenson was his favourite artist.
"Aww, get over it Grayson, she'll be fine and shut up, I'm going deaf." Damian yelled his hands over his ears. Dick was actually quite a good singer, but he was still mopping about Barbara-a month after Barbara had been paralysed by the Joker. They were all worried about Batgirl, but with Nightwing there was something more…
LATER THAT DAY
Nightwing slunk, at one with the shadows down to the 5th floor of Gotham General. Room 136. Barbara Gordon. He slunk in.
Her auburn hair flowed over her pillow, Nightwing bowed down and kissed the unconscious Barbara's forehead. "Hello, my precious princess."