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FudoTwin17: Uh, yeah. I'm really sorry I haven't updated this in a while, but I was kinda stuck. I have so many ideas in my head that I didn't know where I should start, but I eventually decided to start it here. I hope you enjoy it.

Dog # 1: She doesn't own Young Justice or anything else that shows up during this.

Chapter 1

"Hey, Dick! Leaving early?" One of the guys shouted. He was Jim Carter, one of the police officers down at the office. His eyes bored into a younger male who'd just turned around to reply.

Dick Grayson was one of the few straight cops that worked in Bludhaven, meaning that the straight cops, like Jim, were always watching his back. But there was more to it than that. Dick was friendly and easy to smile at. Somehow, he had never taken a life on the job and had also remained clearheaded for the rest of them to follow him. As well as that, he had this aura that made people look up. He made many friends on the job just for that reason. So seeing him walking out, well, Jim was obviously curious. Dick sometimes would stay for hours after his shift was over tracking down criminals and helping out. So what was different that day?

Dick had an easy-go-lucky look to him. He had neat hair and was muscular enough to be handsome. He wasn't the tallest guy, but that was all made up for by his personality, background, and general morals. Yet at the same time, he was slim and maneuverable. His eyes always glinted a dark, yet somehow bright, hopeful blue. Dick smiled back. "Oh, I've got the weekend off so I'm going to Gotham."

"Oh!" Cindy, hopefully another straight cop, exclaimed from next to Jim. She had a coffee in her hand and was flipping her blond locks behind her shoulder. "Visiting Bruce?"

Dick smiled politely. "No, I'm headed to the library first thing."

Jim blinked before bursting into a ginormous smile. "Ooh! I see. Going to see Barbara then? You seem excited. What's the occasion?"

Barbara, his now two-year girlfriend (not counting all the on and off times they had), was the head of the Gotham City Library. Every time Dick got a chance, he was heading to the library, and all the guys at the station knew it, too.

Dick seemed to be forcing his smile, but he still seemed open and completely friendly. He turned and waved at the other officers. "I'll see you guys later."

Right about then, they all started laughing and throwing random sentences at Dick. He managed to escape, though, shutting out their voices as he closed the door. He smiled to himself, hand securing something in his pocket.

Right then, in his other pocket, his phone vibrated. He sighed, a bad feeling coming over him as he took out the phone and read the text. It was Wally.

Bro, Star won't take no 4 an answer. Wally had written. Dick frowned. She wants 2 kno where u r. She thinks you wil take her back after what she did 2 u.

Dick groaned. When he had just begun life as Nightwing and left the Teen Titans, they had all still been good friends. He and Starfire more than that. At the time, he and Barbara had been angry at one another and he had been solely focused on Starfire. And she made him happy. So he had proposed. There had even been a wedding, but after Raven's dark side had interrupted, Star said she needed to go on a soul-finding mission. She left him.

He could still remember how hurt he had been. She had even told him to find someone else and that, even though she knew he loved her, he had to let her go. And he never held it against her. She said she had to go and she had to go.

However, Starfire had appeared a couple days beforehand, not knowing where to find Dick. She didn't know where he was, so she had asked Wally, who had alerted Dick and told Starfire that she had already made her choice.

Unfortunately, Star didn't let it go. She claimed that she was in love and that she knew he couldn't have found someone to replace her. She said she knew that she was irreplaceable. And it was true.

But the truth was that, although they both would have been happy together, Dick would never be able to live without memory of that moment when she said that she had to go.

And as well as that, being with Barbara was . . . . It was perfect. Nothing was wrong. Every moment was passionate and every silence was full of love and comfort. It was never awkward with Barbara. She was his perfect match and he hers.

They needed each other.

He needed her.

Plez, giv me sum time. Dick typed. I haven't even done it yet!

In a flash, he got back an answer. Yea, I'll hold her off 4 as long as I can. But plez hurry. I can't do my job w/ her here all the time begging me 4 u.

Dick sighed in momentary relief. Thanx. I owe u.

Yea, u do. Came one more text before the other boy got in his car and set down his bags. He had two things-scratch that-three things he had to do. He began driving, overnight bags already in the backseat. He sighed.

It took a little driving, but very quickly, or slowly in Dick's opinion, he arrived where he needed to be. Number one thing to do: Have a talk with the commissioner. He slammed the door and walked up to the house.

It was a fairly good-sized house in light colors. In the darkening light, it's white walls seemed eerie, but the building somehow kept it's comforting feeling that Dick was sure the commissioner brought it for. He knocked on the door and waited patiently for the door to open.

Very quickly, the commissioner stood in front of him. The man, even in his slightly older age, still had the same aura he did when Dick first met him. He was indeed somewhat opposing, yet a perfectly understandable and smiling man whom was very good at comforting moments when he had to be. Jim Gordon blinked for a moment before smiling politely. "Oh, Dick. I wasn't expecting you."

"Yes, I'm sorry for not calling beforehand." Dick smiled. "I need to speak to you. May I come in?"

Jim blinked. "By all means." He stepped aside to let Dick into his home and led the boy to the kitchen, where they both sat down to talk civilly.

"Well, what's this about?" Jim asked, noticing the nervousness in Dick's eyes and posture.

"Well, you see, Mr. Gordon." Dick began, taking a deep breath. This was probably the hardest moment of his life. "As you know, Barbara and I have been together for some time." Jim nodded in understanding. "And, well, I love her. More than anything. So I thought that the best thing to do about that was this." He pulled out the box from his pocket.

It was a black velvet box that, although not too big, was just large enough. Jim, after being urged by Dick to take it, opened it and had no ability to hide his shock. It was a ring. It had a silver band with little waves of gold. In the front, there were two rows of six diamonds that barely came above the rest of the ring's height. It was beautiful. Jim looked up at Dick, who's voice seemed to grow stronger with the sense of recognition.

"I want to marry Barbara. I love her. But it wouldn't be right for me to just ask her. She is your daughter and my dad always told me that one should always ask the father first. It's the right thing to do. I'm asking your permission, sir. I want to be able to call Barbara my wife. I want to call you my father-in-law." Dick stated. His eyes were like passionate storms where the water rose and fell steadily and wildly.

After a moment, Jim found his voice. "You love her?"

"More than my own life." Dick admitted, something strange considering his occupation.

Jim paused a moment, choosing his words correctly. "You know, the first time I met you, I didn't think too much. I thought of tragedy and I wondered what would happen to you. As well as that, I could only think of my daughter and how I wouldn't leave her. Not like her mother." He sighed. "But in just a year, you and Barbara began to become friends. Soon, you were always over here or she was always at Wane's. I was glad, really. You were a great kid and I could only be grateful. Soon, though, I became worried, like any father. You see, I could see Barbara developing feelings for you and I was worried that you'd break her heart. When you left for that school in Russia, she had been so depressed. But then you came back and I remember the look of joy in her eyes when she looked at you and how you came to me before you asked her to be with you." He paused, eyes distant. "Really, I was still worried, but I couldn't say no. And you've been inseparable since. I knew it was only a matter of time before you came to me." He paused. Then a warm smile filled the commissioner's face. "And she did a good job finding the right guy. You have my blessing."

A smile filled Dick's face. He was more than happy. Joy filled his heart. For once, he didn't restrain himself around Jim. He bolted out of his chair and hugged the commissioner for all he was worth, muttering thousands of thanks.

Mr. Gordon blinked. "Uh . . . ." He patted Dick's back awkwardly.

Dick pulled back, sheepishly smiling and rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, sorry."

Mr. Gordon smiled. "It's fine. Just don't do it again."

. . .

Barbara yawned as she began putting a bunch of books on their shelves from the book cart. She was bored and was completely out of her mind. Dick said he'd be coming at seven thirty, but that was a half an hour away.

An entire thirty minutes.

She sighed, resigning herself to her fate. Little did she know what was going on right then.

. . .

"Martha, please, can you help me out?" Dick asked after he had walked into the Library's superintendent's office. She knew she was in trouble as soon as the boy had closed the door. His charming smile only made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. As well as that, he was wearing a suit, a tux. That in itself was worrying. He was very open about his opinions of "monkey suits" as he called them.

"With what?" She asked suspiciously.

"Can Barbara please get out early?" And there it was.

"And why would I do that?" She asked, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. The woman stared at Dick.

"Because she's a good worker and she never leaves early. As well as that, she's a wonderful woman and you would be doing a poor, overworked man a favor." He replied, batting his almost nonexistent eyelashes at her in a begging fashion.

"I can't. Sorry, Dick, but I can't just let every one of my workers off just because their boyfriends begged me too." Martha stated, resuming her typing only to stop almost immediately.

Dick had gotten on his knees, despite the tux's limitations, and put together his hands pleadingly. "Pretty please? I'll bring you some ice cream! With whip cream and two cherries instead of one! Plus a piece of apple pie! I know you can't resist the pie." He said.

Martha sighed, "I'm sorry." She stated, once again trying to resume her typing. Obviously, she failed.

Dick had bent over with his hands out, only his face up. "Please! Anything! Free tickets to Disney World? I'll pay. I swear."

Martha blinked, letting out a frustrated sigh. Honestly, she really did like Dick. And Barbara was the best worker she had, one of the many reasons she had made her head of the library. It was times like this that she really got annoyed at Dick for. He really was hard to say no to. And he was stubborn. "What's so important about today?"

Dick looked up at her. Suspiciously, his eyes comically went side to side, searching for a bug or trying to find who it was that was listening in. In an instant, he was at her side and was whispering in a low voice.

"I'm proposing to Barbara tonight."

Martha's eyes widened. Oh, what the hay. Martha thought to herself. I couldn't have said no to those eyes anyway. "Okay. But I better be invited to the wedding." She stated.

Dick smiled joyously. He pulled her into a tight hug (as he was feeling very huggy that day) and laughed just to laugh. "You'll be the guest of honor!" He promised between more expressions of thanks.

Martha sighed, smiling despite herself. "Well, go on. Go get her!"

"Yes, ma'am!" The man stated, saluting her and practically running out the door.

Martha sighed. "He better not be joking about that pie."

. . .

Barbara would admit it. She was completely bored. And only a minute had passed, although it felt like an hour. She resumed putting the books on the shelf. Her eyes went up when she heard something. However, it was only a old lady struggling to reach a shelf. She sighed just when her vision was blocked by two hands she knew by heart.

"This is a mugging. Give me all your love and affection and nobody will be hurt." Said an obviously altered voice.

She smirked, immediately letting her voice become like a damsel in distress. "Oh! Please, take it! Take all of it!"

She could almost feel his smile as his hands moved down to cup her waist. She turned toward him, her hands moving to his neck. His smile was perfect. She could feel the warmth of his body through his clothes.

"If you really want me to." He smoothly spoke in a quiet voice like that of a jaguar's purr. She smiled and they leaned into each other. His hands stayed perfectly at her waist, and he let his lips touch hers. Almost instantly, it was as if they were on fire with passion. However, she had only just begun to trace his lips with her tongue when he pulled away.

His eyes were on the old lady, who stared very openly at them. "Sorry." He apologized quietly, but loud enough so she could hear. Her cheeks turned bright pink and she walked away hurriedly.

The two love birds looked at each other before struggling to hold in their laughter. As soon as they had settled down, Barbara noticed his clothing choice. She rose an eyebrow. "Nice monkey suit. Why the choice of clothing?"

He smiled at her, his hand pulling a box off her book cart that she hadn't noticed. "We're going on a date."

She rose an eyebrow. "I'm still working my shift-"

"No, you aren't. I cleared you with Martha. She said you can go." Barbara blinked.

"But I thought the date was at eight-"

"Nope. That's the time of the reservation I made. And we'll be just in time if you change and I drive like Bruce does when trying to escape fangirls." He stated, his hand absentmindedly playing with a lock of crimson hair while the other handed her the box.

She smiled. "Okay. I'll be back, pixy-boots." She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared.

Dick smiled to himself after she had gone. Step two in his brilliant plan had been a success.

. . .

Barbara smiled once she had sat in her seat at the table. She had just finished washing her hands, but Dick was taking forever. She figured he must have been combing his hair or something, because he couldn't just be washing his hands. Either that, or he was the most feminine man she knew. Well, he did take longer showers than she did, but she had a feeling that had to do more with his scars than anything else.

However, she wished he'd hurry up. She had been given odd looks by neighboring tables.

She was at a table set for two and she was sitting there lonely, despite wearing an obviously well made dress. She had her molten locks falling around her face, bringing out her brown eyes. Her lips were glossy from all the nervous licking she had done. Her dress was a brilliant red that shined like fire when the light hit it. It was somewhat low, but only enough for comfort, and only had straps. It's length was a bit uneven, but mostly ended at her knees. As well as that, she wore black heels.

She had a feeling that it was partially her dress that made people look at her.

However, Dick was a very modest guy. And for Gotham, or Bludhaven for that matter, this was extremely modest. He showed it mainly when he picked her clothes. If she had chosen her own dress it would probably be way more showy.

But that didn't make her any more comfortable. Little did she know part three was in progress right that second.

It wasn't a minute before the waiter walked up. "Are you okay? You're all alone."

She nodded. "I'm fine. My boyfriend is just taking a while to wash his hands." Even when she said it it sounded stupid. She could see the pity in the waiter's eyes.

"After this long, I don't think he's coming back." He stated, sitting in Dick's seat. "You know, if you need a ride after this-"

"My boyfriend didn't walk out on me." Barbara stated passionately. "I know him. He would never do that."

The waiter sighed. That pitying look was horrible. "I'm sorry. This must be rough on you, but I just cleaned my hands in the bathroom. There was no one else there."

That made her pause. He . . . wasn't there?

Seeing his chance, the waiter reached out a gloved hand in the highly formal restaurant and grabbed her hand. "It's okay. I'll drive you right-"

Suddenly, the lights in the restaurant dimmed and lights lit up the stage at the front of the large room. The red curtain slowly opened and, even if Barbara had been sitting in the back instead of the very front, she would've known the man who stood at the front of the stage with a microphone on his ear.

"Dick?" She murmured quietly, too stunned to move from her position of hand-holding with the waiter who cursed under his breath.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen. As you know, every night there is a performance of some kind at eight-fifteen. However, tonight the performance will be a little delayed." After Dick said that in his most professional voice he could muster, Barbara knew he had noticed her position with the waiter. In the following clamor of the crowd, she withdrew her hands.

"Why isn't there going to be a performance you may ask." Dick said, his voice almost comical how professional it was. "Well, I will tell you something very important is happening right now, so you may have to wait until it is finished." Due to the professionally comical voice of her boyfriend, a large number of fancily dressed people laughed.

"Now, my name is Richard Grayson, but, please, call me Dick." His silly voice was starting to cause Barbara to giggle. "And I am here for a very special reason wearing my monkey suit." More laughter made him pause. "Right now, there is a very special girl in the audience named Barbara Gordon. Could I please get a follow spot?"

Right then, a follow spot appeared right on the table next to her. Maintaining his smile, Dick looked up to the people with the light in the back. "Could you move it to the left, Bill?"

"My name's Bob!"

"Oh, sorry. Could you please move it to the left, Bob?" Dick asked. Instantaneously, the spotlight landed on her. She stood, noticing how the waiter tried to sink into his seat also shown by the spotlight. "And waiter who tried to take my beautiful girlfriend to his place knowing that I was coming up here tonight, would you mind stepping out of the spotlight?"

People started making noises, jeering at him. Red in the face, he stepped away. His job was probably gone now. Barbara wasn't too torn up about it, either.

"Well, then. I suppose the mood is set." He smiled, slowly making his way down the isle to her table and standing in front of her. His tone became serious, yet still joyful. "Gothamites, I come before you with a large announcement. Barbara Gordon is my girlfriend, but she's more than that. She is my best friend and I love her more than anything." After a few "aw"s, he got on his knees and whipped out a small box that he had only a small amount of time ago shown to her father and opened it.

"Barbara Gordon, will you marry me?"

FudoTwin17: Yeah, I'm tired. I think I'm going to go to bed now.

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