Week Two
There's no fetus kicking around inside you, but you're ovulating, which is the best time for one to be conceived. Your egg is patiently waiting for a strong swimmer sperm to fertilize it. Most tests can't determine whether or not you're pregnant just yet. We bet the suspense is killing you! Your body ramps up its production of progesterone to prepare for a baby and is hard at work making sure your little guy or girl can grow.
She still can't shake the feeling that she is being watched. But, God, she's tired after a long night of patrol with Spoiler. So she crawls through her open window and pulls her cowl off before she properly scans her room. Then she hears a familiar voice say her name from the darkness.
What…in…the…holy…fuck…
Her body reacts before her brain can process the scene before her. She lunges at the intruder, punching and kicking wildly. He tries his best to defend himself.
She seethes as her fist connects with his pretty nose. She was at his funeral. She wept during the service. She visits his grave on a monthly basis. How dare he rise from the dead? Who the hell does he think he is? Jason? Oh, hell no. Damn Batboys. Richard John Grayson has some explaining to do.
She comes at him with a roundhouse kick, but he catches her foot, spinning and pinning her to the ground.
"I'm sorry, Babs. I never meant to hurt you," he pleads, his ice blue eyes staring into her emerald green ones.
She snarls at him. But then he dips his head down ever so slightly towards hers. His grip on her wrists loosens. His eyes begin to wander downward from her face. She knows that she should kick him off of her. But…
He's alive.
Dick is alive.
A fire ignites between them. They begin kissing each other violently. Her anger and hurt dissipates. She is too caught up in the moment, in relishing that her best friend is alive and on top of her.
They claw at each other's clothes, desperate for their bodies to finally meet again.
The first time is fast and frenzied on the floor of her bedroom.
The second is slippery and sudsy as they shower and wash the grime of the city from each other.
The third is tender and sweet, having finally made it to her bed.
It is as the sun rises over Gotham with Dick playing with her hair as she hugs his naked torso that they realize that they hadn't used a condom all night.