Just something quick because I was inspired. I didn't even know where to begin it; the words just spilled out.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but I own the universe. It's AU, bitchez. I mean, TECHNICALLY, it's DC, but the scenario I speak of never happened... sooo...
"What do you want?"
Her voice was full of danger and accusations, her glare was sharper than the knife against his throat.
He swallowed thickly, noting the red surrounding her icy green eyes, and the smudged make-up at her lips. His words came out in a jumble, and he didn't know where to begin. "Babs..."
"Don't talk like you know me!" She was shouting, and liquid had gathered in her eyes. She was losing it, and with her anger came a thin red line at his neck, "you know nothing about me! You lost that right years ago when you abandoned me!"
"Barbara, calm down..." He tried again, hands edging toward her shoulders, but she only pressed the knife deeper into his skin. He hissed in pain, "Babs!"
"No! NO! No! No!" She shrieked, hair falling into her face as she leaned forward. Her palm, the one not holding the glinting weapon, held his bicep against the wall. Her grip tightened a fraction as her knife eased away. "No..."
Her mind was a tornado of memories: his calm hands helping her from the wheelchair, his smirking eyes as he brushed his lips over her collarbone, his dark form as it finally disappeared over the rooftop and out of sight. "Barbara..." He was whispering now, trying to coax the knife from his neck, "I never abandoned you."
"How can you say that!" Behind her foggy glasses, her eyes held distrust, anger, but above all else: affection. "You left me to assume you were dead, drowned, broken! I visited your fucking grave, for god's sake!"
Her head fell slightly, the knife dropping to the floor as her head buried itself in the crook of his neck. "How could you... I thought I'd lost you!"
Gently, so as not to frighten the woman, he brought his arms up to wrap around her. "I'm here, Babs. I'm okay."
"But-"
"No, I'm so sorry." He whispered into the shell of her ear, dropping a quick kiss to her jawline. "I'd blame Bruce, and his need to keep the case covert, but I could have let you know somehow." His breath misted across her forehead as he kissed her forehead, placing his large hands on either side of her head to tilt her face up to him, "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." His nose drew in the sensuous smell of her hair.
Her lips tilted up as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, "never leave me again."
"Never," he promised into her hair.
"I love you, Babs." He whispered fondly, fingers caressing her waist, as he left sloppy kisses in her curly bangs.
"Mmm.." She hummed in contentment, "ah. I love you too, Dick."