Dick X barbara
The nights were refreshing since coming back to Gotham. Dick missed the somewhat bright serenity when there was no crime around. He looked out of the clocktower; Barbara's base of operations since her accident. He sipped at the coffee timidly, caramel latte, perfectly made by Babs; she just knew how to make a good coffee.
She sat next to him in her prison, that wheelchair. She didn't hate Bruce for what happened but it was quite hard for her to come to terms with for a while. Barbara held Dick's fingers, not wanting to pull his whole arm down by holding his hand properly, they did this often since he'd come back. They'd just look out at the lit up city, their little slice of heaven from the clocktower, beautiful and picturesque in the rain especially. She drank her coffee slowly, black for her, with six sugars; not that she needed it, just because she enjoyed it.
Dick sat on the ground next to Babs and felt her hand wander up to his hair and stroke tentatively, "I've been considering something…" He muses aloud to the redhead he adored.
"And what would that be?" Barbara replied almost cooingly to her lover.
"... Well… I've considered becoming a lap dog for you. Think about it, I could sit on your lap all day, you can stroke my hair and we'd both be quite happy, win-win." He chuckled, grinning up to Babs.
Barbara bit back her laughter knowing he wasn't serious but thinking it would be cute for sure. A yawn racked her body. "What's the time…?" She pondered, she clicked her remote a few times, it wasn't really a remote, it was more like a keyboard that controlled the clocktowers systems wirelessly but she referred to it normally as her remote. '2:46' shone down from a projector in the ceiling to the main room and realised why she was yawning so much , "Dick… Could you help me to bed…? I'm going to get an early night for once," She muttered, chuckling to herself slightly.
Dick smiled as he stood, stretching his legs slightly to ease the ache from them. He followed her to the room as she wheeled herself in. Barbara unclasped herself from the wheelchair and held her arms out to Dick who lifted her into the bed after moving the sheets down for her to relax in between. He was always careful with Babs, never putting too much tension on her as he moved her. Dick couldn't believe anymore that when they first started together they were bitter rivals, and yet, here they were, in love, caring and in sync with each other.
As if on cue, "... Do you need to go back out…? Night's almost over, please stay…" Barbara asked gently, holding Dick's hand gently as he helped tuck her in. The suit was a burden a lot of the time and Dick looked down for a moment, he drunk his coffee and stood straight.
"In the words of Bruce 'Nightwing is needed in Gotham as well as Bludhaven.' But to be honest, for tonight, with you, screw it." He grinned.
Barbara had begun to frown knowing the responsibilities he was given with the suit but when he finished her heart fluttered slightly as her stomach did flips. She watched as Dick stripped the suit off to his boxers… Of course, Superman. and hugged him tightly as he climbed in next to her. She didn't let go off him for the whole time they slept, peacefully and undisturbed… Only because Barbara put the clocktower on silent.