Trust Issues
Barbara Gordon is a great friend. She's caring, patient and stubborn. But she's pretty big on trust as well. So it was no surprise that when she put two and two together, and discovered the secret that he best friend was keeping from her, that she was pissed. And not just any ordinary pissed. She was on the verge of strangling anyone who got in her way.
She marched through the school in search of her so called best friend, to confront him about his little secret. Dick had a free during this lesson, and it wouldn't really matter if she pulled him from the class or not. She walked in and there was no teacher, but there was a Dick Grayson that was talking to his friends. I walked up to him with a scary calm look on my face, and dragged him out by the ear, ignoring his cries of pain.
"Ah, crap, Barbara that hurts! Ow! That hurts!"
I pulled him into an empty classroom, and shut the door. I turned to face him with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Dick, do you trust me?"
He was still rubbing his tender ear that I had pulled. "Of course I trust you. Why would you even need to ask me that?"
"Because, you run around at night in a cape and a mask."
Silence filled the room.
"What are you talking about Babs? There is no way in hell that I'd caught on the streets doing that." he gave me a nervous grin.
I cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then where were you last night, when you cancelled on me?"
"Out. Babs you don't have to worry about me all the time. It's not like I always cancel on you."
I felt the rage and disappointment well up inside of me. "You want to bet? When was the last time we actually had a movie marathon? When was the last time we actually did homework together Dick? When?!" my voice grew louder and louder as I spoke to him.
I almost felt guilty for yelling at him like that. Almost.
"Barbara, look, I've been busy lately, and I know that we haven't able to spend heaps of time to together, but you have to understand –"
"Understand what Dick? That it's obvious you're lying to me? Or because you and I can't be friends anymore?"
Dick's eyes widened at my comment. "Babs, you know you don't mean that. Plus you have no proof of me being Robin."
"Proof? You want proof?!" I walked up to him and grabbed his arm, and pulled out the bracelet that we bought when we were kids. "Robin has the same bracelet you do, with my name on it!" I pulled his sleeve up further, to reveal a scar that he claimed to get while sailing. "You both had the same arm wrapped up after taking a hit from Bane for me."
I dropped his arm, and slumped slightly. Dick seemed to take this chance to prove me wrong.
"All coincidences." He shrugged
I narrowed my eyes, and grabbed the back of his neck. I pulled the shirt collar down, and their revealed the tattoo I dared him to get when we were 12.
"Robin had the exact same tattoo, on the exact same spot." I let go of his shirt collar, and backed away from him.
"If you don't want to admit it, fine. But remember, until you admit who really are, you've lost my trust Dick."
I walked out of the classroom before he even had a chance to respond. I didn't turn back. But I felt the weight of knowing that I possibly did the stupidest thing in my life, all because of the one secret.
A/N: That was a bit more dramatic then I had anticipated it to be. And Babs seems a bit off, but hoped you liked it :D
