Strictly Professional
Summary: Batgirl, unlike some of her colleagues think, is totally aware of how hot Nightwing is. She, unlike some of her colleagues, is strictly professional about it…most of the time.
A/N: Hey guys! So, my first Dick/Babs (do we have a real name for them yet?) fic was terrible (wasn't the greatest). This is my attempt at forgiveness. I just kind of sat down and vomited my thoughts on paper. Not graceful, but definitely me.
Barbara decided that Dick should wear paper bag on his head at all times. Because distracting seducing certain people her with his looks just wasn't fair. Even if the reason it wasn't fair was because he seemed to like doing it in public, it still wasn't fair. At all. In addition, she definitely did not like it, thank you very much Karen. Dick was a teammate, and therefore she was strictly professional.
Except for that kiss one week ago, but no one needed to know about that.
So when he had a random growth spurt that upped his height and his looks, she was still strictly professional. For a while, at least.
Then the fateful day at the cave occurred, and it occurred with a great flair for dramatics. Fire fell from the sky, the Earth turned inside out, and the former Kid Flash's infamous pick up lines actually worked – well, maybe not as dramatic as the last one. That was saved for the apocalypse (which was obviously going to happen, according to Cassie).
That fateful day happened inside the team's kitchen, with a kiss that was only broken by Blue Beetle's awkward interruption ("Hey guys – uh whoa, lo siento, I'll just be in the training room, then, no, she is not getting attacked! No, don't shoot him! Uh, bye!") and Karen's waggling eyebrows, which continued to waggle a full minute after they'd broken apart for air.
After that day, they began a relationship. A relationship that didn't mean she was any nicer to him, no matter what he said, because she was strictly professional. According to regular dictionaries, Dick, thank you very much.