The Best Night
by Annie B
Rated G
I am only borrowing the characters because I wanted to write this story. I am making no money, so please don't sue me.
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Oracle had just come out of the shower. Her hair was still wet. The water heater had given out, and she hadn't been able to rinse well with the cold water. Plus she hadn't checked the bathroom cabinet first, and there had only been one towel. Bad luck.
A big slice of cake would help.
Alfred had brought by a cake yesterday. Chocolate, with pudding in the middle.
She checked the refrigerator. No. Only an empty plate with a few crumbs. Batgirl had been by earlier. She must have eaten the last of it. Tonight was not going to be fun.
She decided through her system checks before beginning her night's work. The third level back up on her public line was running slow. She made a note to ask Robin to check it in the morning.
Lost in concentration, she almost missed the chiming of the doorbell.
"Who is it?" she shouted into the intercom. No one important, she thought. The important people in her life *never* announced themselves.
"Babs?" A familiar baritone came through the speaker.
"Dick!" She pressed the button to let him in. "Why didn't you come through the window?"
"I didn't want to change and," his voice was lost for a moment as he switched over to the elevator microphone, "my hands were pretty full."
Barbara Gordon laughed. "Not MORE chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream?"
Ice cream would be good, even if there was no more cake.
"Um, that too, but..."
"Oh, sorry." She went over to open the locked front door. "Come on in. Maybe I should just give you the door code."
"I hope you will," Dick answered.
Barbara smiled at the sight of Dick Grayson standing in her hall, dressed in jeans and leather. He was so handsome. Both arms were full of bags. The left was full of something heavy. More then ice cream, she deduced. And the right held...roses?
"Heavens, let me take that."
"Soon enough." Dick stepped past her and set the bags gently on the counter. He pulled out the lace-wrapped bundle of deep red roses and handed it to her.
"You didn't need to give me flowers!" Barbara buried her face in the sweet petals, breathing in their rich scent.
"Yes, I did."
Dick watched as she got a vase from above the sink and set the roses in water. "I need to give you something. Then I need to ask you something. No, to tell you something."
"What?" She came back to where he was standing. "That you let Shrike read my silly love letter? I forgive you."
"No, Babs."
"That you're moving back to Gotham. and you want me to decorate your apartment?"
"Well...yes. If you want to. But that's not why I'm here *tonight*."
"Then what?"
Dick reached into the other bag and pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He handed one glass to Barbara and put the other stemmed glass on the table beside her.
Dropping gracefully to one knee, he replied. "That I love you. That I want to marry you. That I want *you* to marry *me*."
Barbara almost dropped the glass. "But we can't."
"Why not?" He took her empty hand between both of his. "Give me one good reason."
"Batman needs you. And Bludhaven..."
Dick pulled her close, kissing her. "I love my father, and I care about my work, but in the end you're what matters."
The End
Please, I'm new here, so let me know if you like this. My friends say it's good but I don't know.
by Annie B
Rated G
I am only borrowing the characters because I wanted to write this story. I am making no money, so please don't sue me.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Oracle had just come out of the shower. Her hair was still wet. The water heater had given out, and she hadn't been able to rinse well with the cold water. Plus she hadn't checked the bathroom cabinet first, and there had only been one towel. Bad luck.
A big slice of cake would help.
Alfred had brought by a cake yesterday. Chocolate, with pudding in the middle.
She checked the refrigerator. No. Only an empty plate with a few crumbs. Batgirl had been by earlier. She must have eaten the last of it. Tonight was not going to be fun.
She decided through her system checks before beginning her night's work. The third level back up on her public line was running slow. She made a note to ask Robin to check it in the morning.
Lost in concentration, she almost missed the chiming of the doorbell.
"Who is it?" she shouted into the intercom. No one important, she thought. The important people in her life *never* announced themselves.
"Babs?" A familiar baritone came through the speaker.
"Dick!" She pressed the button to let him in. "Why didn't you come through the window?"
"I didn't want to change and," his voice was lost for a moment as he switched over to the elevator microphone, "my hands were pretty full."
Barbara Gordon laughed. "Not MORE chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream?"
Ice cream would be good, even if there was no more cake.
"Um, that too, but..."
"Oh, sorry." She went over to open the locked front door. "Come on in. Maybe I should just give you the door code."
"I hope you will," Dick answered.
Barbara smiled at the sight of Dick Grayson standing in her hall, dressed in jeans and leather. He was so handsome. Both arms were full of bags. The left was full of something heavy. More then ice cream, she deduced. And the right held...roses?
"Heavens, let me take that."
"Soon enough." Dick stepped past her and set the bags gently on the counter. He pulled out the lace-wrapped bundle of deep red roses and handed it to her.
"You didn't need to give me flowers!" Barbara buried her face in the sweet petals, breathing in their rich scent.
"Yes, I did."
Dick watched as she got a vase from above the sink and set the roses in water. "I need to give you something. Then I need to ask you something. No, to tell you something."
"What?" She came back to where he was standing. "That you let Shrike read my silly love letter? I forgive you."
"No, Babs."
"That you're moving back to Gotham. and you want me to decorate your apartment?"
"Well...yes. If you want to. But that's not why I'm here *tonight*."
"Then what?"
Dick reached into the other bag and pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He handed one glass to Barbara and put the other stemmed glass on the table beside her.
Dropping gracefully to one knee, he replied. "That I love you. That I want to marry you. That I want *you* to marry *me*."
Barbara almost dropped the glass. "But we can't."
"Why not?" He took her empty hand between both of his. "Give me one good reason."
"Batman needs you. And Bludhaven..."
Dick pulled her close, kissing her. "I love my father, and I care about my work, but in the end you're what matters."
The End
Please, I'm new here, so let me know if you like this. My friends say it's good but I don't know.