A/N: Hey guys. I'm soo glad you guys like Lovesick. I'm currently writing the last chapter for Love from afar. Finally. Hope you enjoy this one. It's just an angsty one-shot.
Babs P.O.V.
"Barbara." He says, trying to get through to me. I don't let him.
"Don't Barbara me, Dick. You freakin' lied to me." I yell at him for the whole team to hear.
"Barbara this is not the time or place for this. Just calm down." He tries. He doesn't succeed. So I take it one too far.
"Are you fucking for real, Dick? You're telling me to calm down. After what you just told me. That someone who I mourned. Who I cried for. Isn't really dead. And you knew! And you didn't think to tell me!" I pause, letting the words sink in. Feeling the teammates eyes on my back. Their eyes on him. Looks of concern and confusion. His eyes pierce into me. Begging me to understand the meaning behind his actions. But I can't. All I can focus on is the nasty hurt of the betrayal.
"We've been best friends for what? About a decade now. And you think that you can still lie to me like that. Especially about a bombshell like this! I knew her. Maybe not as long as you. But I still knew her. I still worked beside her. Still treated her like family. And you saw that. You think I wouldn't want to know if she was still alive. I'd want to know, no matter who it was. But, clearly you don't know me at all."
"You know what?" I point at him. Right at his chest. I can see his eyes narrow behind his domino mask. I can tell he fears what I'm about to say next. "You said you never wanted to become him. Well, I guess that didn't really work out. Now did it?" My eyes narrow as I say the next bit. Full of anger and malice. Which I swore I'd never be like. I never wanted to become a mean hero. I know that the word 'mean' is a bit childish. But I couldn't come up with anything better in this point of time. "Because. You. Are. Just. Like. Him."
"Barbara, please." He's trying desperately not to make a scene, while still trying to make me understand. The next thing that happens is soo fast I can't register the thinking behind it. I slap him. My best friend since we were nine, has just been slapped by me. Hard. And now he's on the ground rubbing his red, imprinted cheek. While staring at me in disbelief. Just like the other members of the team.
I feel hot tears prick the edge of my eyes but I use as much of the strength I can muster not to let them fall. Which is practically all of my strength.
I run. I just run as fast as I can. Just so I can get away from them. From him. From the hurt. The hurt of the world.
They'll never forgive me, no matter how much I apologize. I guess, I'm now truly lost.
No one comes after me. They know they shouldn't. I feel like I've lost my best friend today. My teammates. Everything. The only things that I had left.
The ironic thing is….
I probably have.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Do you think Babs was overreacting. Or do you think that that's how she'd actually react. Review and tell me what you'd guys would like me to write about next. But, NO CHALANT. OR TRAUGHT. OR BIRDFLASH.
