Chapter 3
Mission To Get H Back Day 2
Dick's P.O.V
I wake up and look at the picture on my nightstand.
Oh H. Where have you gone...Don't think about that. You're part of a mission right now as her [Brother-Friend] to get her back. You will succeed.
Almost 5 minutes later, Babs wakes up too. I grin.
"Good morning Barbara Bedhead Grayson."
She rolls her eyes.
"Very funny Dick."
She doesn't have a middle name. Which means I'm the only one in the house who does. I don't hear it all that often but it's John. After my Dad. Reminds me of H in more ways than one. I know I'd (jokingly but still) rub in the fact that I have a middle name. I only mentioned it when we first met. I don't know why...But when she was almost 7...that night happened. That was the time she tried to comfort me. Then Bruce appeared. She looked kind of scared but, just before he did, we made a promise to stay in touch. Given her current condition, the least I can do is be there for her. I've done it for 12 years and I don't intend to stop now.
After a while, I decide to go and check on H.
Man.
Those eyes are almost haunting.
She wouldn't be up this early...I wonder if she slept at all. Babs tells me she did...but I know H hasn't eaten. She's skinny enough as it is...The grief must be showing itself as some sort of anorexia too. Good thing Alfred's an army certified medic. If anyone will know what to do of that (at least), it's him. Plus he's a Fey Renowned Englishman. He'll help us bring H back. Bruce will too. In his own way.
Remembering a favorite series that I share with her I smile. And we shall be called The Fellowship of the Ring. There wasn't a Fey involved in that series though...
Hoping to elicit some kind of response from her, I talk for a while about her favorite character in the series. I know for a fact that it's Gandalf. Nothing happens. But it's always nice talking to my sister friend. Babs smiles.
"I like Gandalf too. But you kind of make me think of my favorite character in the series." "I make you think of Aragorn? Thanks for Tolkien to me about that."
She smiles wider.
"You and your puns."
I shrug my shoulders.
"Old habits are hard to break."
And as a result of that, H has heard a lot of puns. She grabs my hand.
"They're part of your charm. I know they'll bring H back."
Those last six words echo and re-echo in my mind. Each one brings me hope. Hope from my wings that, as a Flying Grayson, I can fly with...And it feels so good. I can't help but grin. In my mind, I see H smiling too.
Babs's P.O.V
I notice Dick looking at H's guitar. I hum the song that she sang at our wedding. A grin comes to his face.
"I have that as my ring tone." "It's a good song." "Yeah...Did she ever show you her pick?" "No, actually."
He grabs it. The letters on it say For My Flower. Dick tells me the story behind that. Was that...
"Dick, I think I saw H's eyes flash hazel for a second."
With hope in his voice, Dick repeats the story. My thought was right. Dick saw it too. When I say it, there's no response. But, at least one of us managed to get a response. It was small but still. Dick smiles.
"Keep fighting H. I know you'll win."
Later, using a secure line that I open, Dick sends a message to Bruce and Alfred telling them the news. After all it's definitely something they deserve to know.
