A/N) Snapshots deserves more attention and chapters from me.

I really hate how blocked my brain has been feeling.

Someone help me please.

"Why are you pretending like you need help with this?" Barbara narrows her eyes at the strangely behaving young man in front of her.

Dick shrugs and chews his eraser before he scribbles into his notebook. "I get distracted."

She huffs and tugs at a flaming strand of hair in her eyes. "So I'm basically here to make you focus..."

"Yup."

It goes silent for a moment. Just soft rustling of their pencils scribbling fill Dick's grand bedroom that looks more like a human lives in it than it did the first time he moved in.

Dick forces himself to relax, he tries to catch her strawberry scent whenever she moves, his eyes trace her plump bottom lip as she chews on it in thought, her delicate charmingly auburn brows knit together in that way they do when she's trying to immerse herself in a benign task that would otherwise be like breathing for her. Her eyes skim the number problems on the used text in front of her...

Dick wants to reach over and touch her.

Over the years, growing up, he always wants to touch her. Mostly because he is a very physical person but also because he just always felt the need to have some sort of contact with her.

And it gets worse the older he got.

When they got to high school that contact almost ceased... and he could never tell anyone why. But it had almost killed him. And Bruce would say he's overdoing it but Dick really felt like a hole was in his guts.

Then one day they sort of bonded again when they became lab partners, not as close as before but Dick aims to fix that. Even though she still didn't know the about all the aspects of his double sided, messy, life.

"Did you answer forty-three?"

Dick blinks, "huh?"

Barbara's sharp eyes flick to him, slightly annoyed that he wasn't paying attention. "I said did you solve forty-three. Why aren't you working?"

Dick grins sheepishly. "I got distracted." He admits

She sighs loudly and sits up from her position on the rug and gives him a reproachful look that he has the urge to kiss off her face. "C'mon Grayson, get you head out of the clouds."

He feels cheeky, especially since she's fully looking at him now. "But I like it there, it's where the angels are." And he winks.

It brings him great joy when he sees Babs face pink a bit under her freckles. He won't speculate why she pinks but it sure is adorable.

"Oh really. I bet they're all blonde and busty and naked for your perverted teenage boy amusement."

Mm, now that she said the word naked he can't help it. His eyes drop down her chest, which has beautifully developing throughout puberty, and catches himself too late when he looks away and says, "More red headed actually."

He freezes when he hears the small gasp of surprise behind him. Shit! Did he say that out loud? Oh crud muffins... he dares to glance at her.

And Babs looks stunned and so, so hot with that supple pink mouth open in shock, cheeks rosy and eyes wide in surprise like... come on, how did she not know what she did to him at this point?

Dick catches her shift a little on her thighs and she reaches for her books. "Look, if you aren't trying to be serious I'm going to head out. It's my turn to make dinner at home anyway."

Oh. Oh no, he's losing her! Not again.

"Wait Babs, wait I didn't mean that, don't go, I was just-"

"Listen Grayson, if you invited me here to get off I have news for you." She glares at him now as she collects her things, "you should have known better."

What?

Dick nearly trips over his sheets as he tries to inelegantly scramble out of his messy bed, he fails and falls with a thump on the floor.

"Babs, I don't understand, I wasn't trying to-"

"Uh -huh, tell me another one." She huffs and grabs his door handle. "You know; I came here because I hoped you wanted to be friends again - I never thought you'd treat me like this."

She looks like she's fighting something as she dares to glance back at his stunned fallen form on the ground. "I thought we'd always be friends Dick."

"We are!"

She shakes her head, "no... I don't think so. I'm not going to end up one of your conquests."

That was like a lightning bolt to his brain and he could no longer articulate words or grab at any coherent thought as she escapes him...

He hears Alfred greet her, ask if everything was alright, and she answers kindly then he lets her out... then the he opens Dick's door and rises a smooth brow at the stunned teenaged boy in the middle of his room.

"Everything alright Master Dick?" He asks, even though Dick is pretty sure he's read and figured out exactly what's transpired with one look.

Bruce is second on the deduction levels to Alfred.

"I – think I screwed up Alfred."

"Hm, irreparably?"

He feels his heart crack . . . he had no idea. He didn't realize Babs thought that of him – he's only dated a few girls growing up and flirted with a lot– but none were serious. But she didn't know that – it looked like he was just running through girls like paper cards. And maybe he did. And maybe that's why she's pulled away – but – but –

"I – I don't know."

Alfred hums in thought and lets out a small sigh. "I hope not. But perhaps you should give Ms. Gordon some space before you try to rectify anything."

Alfred's probably right but – his chest feels too small for his lungs and heart. His brain on fire with self-loathing and anger at himself for ruining the one good thing he's had in his life – Barbara was undoubtedly the best thing in his life, from his lowest time to his best times and in all the in-between.

And all he can do is hurt her.

Dick isn't sure for how long he sat there in his pile of sheets and books and pain. . .

But the next thing he knows, Alfred is calling him for dinner, and it's dark outside.

He's never felt so bad in his entire life... and he's had body parts broken several times.

What the hell did he do.

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