A/N: You guys wanted me to continue the story. So here's the second chapter. From Babs' P.O.V. Hopefully I can come up with something for the third chapter. Enjoy.
Babs P.O.V.
It felt like every time we touch a feeling of warmth and security would go through me. It felt safe to be near him. To be close to him. To know what he's thinking and feeling all at the same time. Every time he speaks I see the little corners of his mouth turn up into a smile when he's with me. I love seeing the smirk plastered on his face whenever he makes a smart-ass comment. I try not to get lost in his dreamy, sparkling blue eyes. I always smile when I'm with him. He always gives me this unforgettable feeling of happiness. When I'm having a shit day, he constantly manages to turn it all around, into a good one. The nickname he's given me since we were young; Babs, has really grown on me. He used to use it to annoy me, but the tables have turned and I've embraced it. I'm glad that we can tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. I certainly can't tell him about all the stuff I feel and think about towards him. I'm happy that he told me he was Robin.
Although, I have to admit I was a little shocked, hurt and afraid for him. I may have slapped him when I found out . . . Okay, I was a lot shocked. I didn't talk to him for weeks. Then I became Batgirl and I get to go out on patrol with Dick. I think I might like him a lot. As in more than friends. But how am I supposed to tell him? He probably doesn't feel the same way. I mean we're friends. Nothing more. I don't get how I feel this way. I'm soo confused. Why haven't I felt this way before? I've known Dick for years. How can I start feeling this way. The worst part is that I can't talk to anyone about it. My Dad doesn't have time for my problems, being the Commissioner of GCPD. I can't really talk to him even if he did have time for me. He's a guy and he'd probably flip out and have a talk to Dick about it. He'd probably give him the 'She's my only daughter' speech. There's no one else I can talk to considering there are no women in my life. Plus, I don't know if he likes me back. It's unlikely that he does. I am 'The Commish's Kid' as the whole school says.
Everyone sees me as a nerd, a dork or a suck-up to Dick Grayson, billionaire Bruce Wayne's ward. They think I just want him for his money. Well, they're all completely wrong. I'm not that kind of person, nor will I ever become that kind of person. How do people get the wrong idea simply because I'm friends with him? I don't think that I can tell him and become vulnerable to rejection. I don't think that I could take it, especially from my best friend. No one truly knows how fragile I am. I think I need to put all my cards on the table. So to speak. I need to tell him. But how? Barbara, just go for it. Fine. Here goes . . .
A/N: Hope you liked it. I finally finished it. I tend to get writers' block a lot. I'm not very good at writing. If you like Teen Titans check out my friends' stories. They're Owlcat92. They're awesome. :)