She's flying, he thinks.
Crouching near the door, guarding her bag, that's all comes to mind as Dick watches Barbara.
And here I was, thinking that I was the one with wings.
She raises an arm, cool and graceful, raising her head, eyes watching the stars, chin proud, chest out.
Then it lowers, slow and smooth, chin bowing to her chest as her body becomes parallel to the floor, right leg raising, toes curving.
She's beautiful, is all Dick can think, because she is, blindingly, dizzily beautiful.
Red hair shining in the light, eyes closed, legs bending as she straightens and twirls, skirt flying out, arms blurring together.
"Jealous, Grayson?" Barbara teases as she straightens, flying towards him in a smooth leap.
"Of course not," He laughs, handing her her bag.
"Right," She dipped herself into a half curtsy, "Did you enjoy the show?"
"You were amazing." Dick replied honestly, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek. "Tell me when you're going to dance again."
"Did I mesmerize you with my beauty?" Barbara raised an eyebrow, voice still teasing.
"You always do."
Barbara laughed at Dick's response, tossing her bag in the air, twirling a few times, and then jumping up to catch it, twirling midair with the momentum before landing in a smooth arabesque, legs bending before rising into position. "Did you think that you were the only one who could fly, circus boy?" Barbara leaned forwards, arms catching her as she flipped herself upright.
"How could I?' Dick asked, leaning in towards her as well. "I know an amazing girl who flies like a swan."
"And I know a boy who can fly like a robin." Barbara tapped him on the nose. "Night, Dick. I'll see you at the studio tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." Dick agreed.
I've got to see her fly again.
A/N: I must admit, I have no idea what just happened...
