Disclaimers: DC is not mine
"Babs?"
"Yes, Dick?" Babs question back, not once looking up from the book. Not once stop chewing the end of the pen. Not even a flick of attention.
"Remember when we used to have a sleepover?" Babs snort at that. Of course she remembered. "I need to finish this, Ex-Boy wonder."
"Ugh, I know you can finish that over my talking" he reasoned then continue his story "You and I was like what? 10? We gather all the pillows and blankets in front of the TV, watching re-runs of Star Wars. Alfred would pop by with cookies and milk. Then we'll have pillow fight till we're tired."
"Bruce would tell us to quiet down" Babs join in, an amused smile graze her face. Cause she remember.
"Alfred would bring us more cookies" Dick move closer to braid with her hair. A habit that he develop recently especially for Babs' hair. Not that she mind, his fingers felt amazing.
"Bruce would grunt about us being spoiled" She whip all her hair to her back for Dick's to play with.
"Cause we are spoiled brats" Dick starts to braid her hair.
"Excuse me?" She tried to smack his head but he caught her hand before it hit his head. Damn heroine. Damn reflex. Damn that pretty face. Damn that Nightwing. Damn that Dick Grayson.
"Wanna have a sleepover, Babs?" he asked suddenly.
"Will we even sleep?" Cause they can talk for hours, they can just enjoy each other presence for days, they can just get lost in each other for years and they'll know they'll have each other for eternity.
He shake his head with an amusing smile. "Probably not"
"Then I accept"