"Sunshine"
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Author: InvisibleBrunette
Rating: T
Summery: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine"
Feedback: Please!!!! Good, Bad, Ugly, I don't care. I'll take any constructive criticism.
(Yeah, this is short. But it'll get longer as I go along.)
"I'm back!"
"I'm in the here!" Came the reply. Dick set his bag down in his and Barbara's master bedroom with a resounding thump and plopped, face first, into the large bed that his wife sat, reading a book on. "Aw. Long night?" she asked teasingly.
Dick cracked open an eye. "Very" he agreed. Barbara sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Stupid migraine. "You okay?" the red-head glanced over at her vigilante husband, who was propped on his elbows and looking at her with concerned blue eyes.
"I'm fine Short Pants. Just a headache" that, obviously wasn't the answer he had wanted.
"Still?" his eye brows knitted together. "Babs it's been three days"
"Yeah" she breathed out. "Three very long days"
"Did you schedule an appointment with the doctor?" Babs shook her head.
"And why is that young lady?" Dick teased although keeping a serious face.
"Young lady?" she asked, seeing if she had heard correctly "Dick! I'm older than you are! Wait, never mind. You can be older" that earned a laugh from her husband. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, which Dick spent admiring her. The way her brows knitted together in consecration, her soft flawless skin, and those pretty emerald green eyes. "You're going to have to get to work soon" she reminded, not taking her eyes off the pages.
Dick sighed and closed his eyes a minute "I know" with a grunt he got up and quickly disappeared in the walk-in closet. "You're going to Jim's later today, right?" he asked going through his sock drawer
"That's right" her voice carried into the closet. Jim Gordon, former Commissioner of of Gotham PD, and Barbara's loving father. "And you're doing an undercover thing with Roy"
"That's right" Dick parroted pulling a navy colored shirt over his head. After pulling on a pair was ripped jean, painting on a tattoo, and putting on some fake stubble, Dick was ready to go. Promising his wife they'd be back in the next few days, he gave Barbara a quick kiss and went on his way.
One week. At the very most. Two days in, and Dick was miserable. He missed his nice comfortable bed, his spacious apartment, and most of all his wife. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her long red hair, shimmering emerald eyes, and her smile that made his breath catch and his heart skip a beat. Instead he had to sleep on an ancient couch, in cramped quarters, and share it with another red head. But this red head was messier than Dick had been in his old Bludhaven apartment, drank all the Zesti, and released farts and belches regularly. Can't live with him, can't live without him, as Donna would say.
"Yo! I'm back!" Roy Harper called followed by the sound of the door closing and the red head moving to the cheap apartment's kitchen.
"You better have some Zesti in there" Dick said in a mock threatening tone.
"Don't get your short pants in a twist" came the eloquent reply.
"Oh that so funny Bow-head" the former Boy Wonder deadpanned. "How long have you been saving that one?"
"Oh a few days. Came up with that one behind an old lady at the store." from his spot on the couch Dick looked over his shoulder at Roy.
"Har har" the red headed archer came into the small living room. "That was so funny I might die of laughter" Dick deadpanned. The red head waved off his friend's comment.
"You just don't know a good joke when you hear one Bad Pun Wonder"
"Holy lame insult!"
"Duuuude" Roy shook his head in shame, sending his friend into peels of laughter.
To be continued...
"Every now and then I have the feeling I've totally lost my mind. It's a great feeling." -Dick Grayson/Nightwing