"It's 3 in the morning."

"Dick, hurry up!" Barbara groaned. She leant on his shoulder as he jiggled the key into the lock in effort to get the door open.

"I'm trying." He slurred drunkenly, then he sighed, "I give up, you do it!" He said, frustrated, he thrust the key into her hand; she unlocked the apartment door on the first attempt.

They stumbled into the apartment, Barbara collapsed onto the couch whilst Dick wandered off to the bathroom.

They'd been out for a 'few' drinks with Dinah, Ollie, Jason, Kate, Hal, Zatanna, Helena and Zinda. Barbara knew it wouldn't be 'just a few drinks' if Kate was going; she was probably one of the reasons there are so many bars in Gotham.

Dick and Jason got into a drinking bet with a huge guy at bar #1; they were asked to leave after Jason tried to pick a fight with the guy, so they moved onto bar #2 where they played a drinking game which Helena had invented a few months ago.

At 12 o'clock, Dinah and Ollie were the first to leave, followed by Hal and Zatanna.

Barbara sat on the couch, trying to remember what happened to the rest of the evening; she remembered leaving the bar to come home at 1 o'clock, but it was about 3 now. What happened to the last 2 hours?

Dick stumbled into the living room and collapsed onto the couch. He was wearing only his boxers and was laughing about something. "Look what I found in my pants." He slurred, holding a chicken nugget. "Did we go to Big Belly Burger?" Barbara asked, Dick shrugged and began eating the chicken nugget, Barbara rolled her eyes.

Dick climbed off the couch, wandering into the kitchen, he came back holding a bottle of whisky and collapsed onto the couch. "Dick, I think we've had too much alcohol for one night." She said, he laughed. "There's no such thing." He took a sip of the whisky and gave the bottle to Barbara. She rolled her eyes, but too the bottle from him and had a sip.

When she pulled the bottle away from her lips, Dick quickly pressed her lips against hers, she kissed him back. The kiss quickly became more and more passionate, Barbara ended up on her back with Dick on top of her. A memory from the evening flashed into her mind; at some point in the night Dick and Barbara somehow ended up making out in the bathroom stall.

Dick pulled his lips off hers and took a big sip from the bottle and laid next to her, it was a bit of a squeeze, it was only a small couch.

"Hey Babs." He mumbled. "What?" She asked, stroking his cheek. "I love you." He smiled. "I love you too." She smiled back at him.

They drained the bottle, and were now more drunk than they were before.

"What time is it?" He asked. "It's three in the morning, I think it is anyway, it's probably later than that." She said.

"Dick, I think we should go to bed." Barbara said, Dick smiled. "Good idea." He said, pressing his lips against her neck, "You're so smart."

She pushed him away from her, "I mean to sleep, Dick, I'm tired."

"OK, alright." He sighed, he climbed off the couch, grabbing her hand and pulled her up.

"Can you take me to bed?" He asked, Barbara laughed, "Of course."

Still holding his hand, she pulled him to their bedroom, he staggered along behind her.

Barbara helped him climb into bed. She took off her clothes, dumping them on the floor, she pulled on one of Dick's t-shirts and climbed into bed with him, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him.

"G'night beautiful." He slurred, then he laughed, the best laugh he could in his drunken state, "Or g'morning." He quickly fell asleep.

"I love you." She said, gently pressed her lips to his forehead before sleep consumed her.