A/N: so I am not do When Bird Meets Bat anymore because I've decided I want to do something else but I'm reposting this One-shot.
Rated for mild language and relationship stuff.
Rough Night
Barbara was exhausted. Bats was off world and Tim was at a friend's house leaving her and Dick to go on patrol alone. It. Was. Hell. Why did all the baddies pick TONIGHT to be evil? And to make things worse, Dick and Barbara decided to spilt up to cover more ground, so the great Batgirl got a huge knot in her back trying to take on to many thugs at once. But she got them all, though, of course.
The tired vigilante moped through the batcave and into the Wayne Manor, not bothering to take off her Batgirl uniform. She was staying at the Wayne Manor for a while her dad was off in some other city working another case for a month or two.
When Barbara got to the room she was staying in, she shed her Batgirl costume and crawled into bed. She burrowed under the expensive covers that were already messy due to the previous night because Alfred was on vacation. Before Barbara drifted off she looked at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand that read 4:42am.
"Barbara!" Dick called in a loud whisper, then forgetting the whisper yelled, "BARBARA! Wakey, wakey!" while simultaneously flickering the lights.
Barbara groaned slipped under the covers only to peak out to check the clock that read 4:57am. "Turn the lights off, Dick! Lemme alone! I'm tired." Damn. Why did her boyfriend have to be so annoying?
Dick respected her first request but completely ignored the second one. After turning off the lights he ran over to Barbara's bed and jumped on resulting in Barbara groaning then kicking Dick off the bed. But the persistent Dick gets back on the bed and says, "What's bothering you, Babs?"
"You." Barbara moaned.
"Other than me." He pushes.
"My back."
"Did you hurt it?" Dick asked a little worried. He always worried.
"What do you think, Sherlock?" even when she's tired Barbara has the art of sarcasm mastered.
"I think you need to come here and let Dr. Grayson have a look." Dick says and yanks the Barbara's blanket away from her and grabs her around the waist and pulls her onto his lap and she comes into contact with Dick's bare chest and realizes he's only wearing pajama pants and she's only in a bra and underwear and so the mighty Batgirl decides she can live with it. Barbara sighs and decides she'll never convince Dick that human beings need sleep. She thinks about pulling away… But then… his fingers are like magic working the knots out of her back.
But even so Barbara falls asleep in Dick's arms. So Dick laid the fearsome vigilante down and watched her curl up into a ball and tucked her in.
"Good night, Barbara." He said, smiling, then turned to leave.
"Wait," a tired voice came from beneath the mass of blankets, "Stay."
A/N: I was going to make this longer but, eh.
