Alright now for things to start getting hard and less quick to update, my girlfriend and I decided that these chapters needed to be more in depth of their time apart from one another. They should be up at least every two days. Thanks for all the people who are reading.

Barbara POV

I roll up to Bruce's door and go ahead and knock. Alfred let me in and I roll to the living room. Bruce seems happy to see me and sits down on the couch next to me. "Hey Bruce, what's up?"

"Oh hey. Nothing really. What are you doing here?" He smiles genuinely at me and I almost break down. This has been an emotional day.

"I don't know, wondering what my new job is I guess." It's certainly not a lie.

"What do you mean?"

"Dick ran away to the circus… so I'm at a loss."

"What?" His reaction makes me laugh a little despite my horrid mood.

"He decided he needed something different in his life. He left yesterday. Sold his stuff and left…"

"Wow." Now Bruce has gone from stunned to absolutely livid very quickly. I just sit very quietly and wait for him to speak again. He starts off on a horrible tirade about how horrible and inconsiderate Dick is and blah blah blah." I roll into the kitchen and look at Alfred.

"Is everything alright miss?" I love how Alfred never changes, always ready to help.

"Yeah, Bruce just isn't worth talking to right now."

"If I may inquire, what set him off this time?" He smiles coyly and I laugh at the absurdity of what I say.

"Dick ran away to the circus, and now he's on a tirade."

"Well, that would do it, any idea why Master Richard did that?"

"I told him to do what makes him happy."

"Well, if it makes him happy then I'm glad he didn't hesitate to do it."

"Yeah, especially with Bruce." I laugh and he puts on some hot coco and gets out the marsh mellows and whip cream. He always knows exactly what I want.

"I miss him already."

"I'm sure he misses you to. If I may ask, what's your plan now Miss Gordon?"

"I guess I'm just going to make the best of it, maybe move out on my own again, try to find someone, move on best I can."

"I think that is very brave of you. You'll do just fine." He stirs milk into my hot coco and adds marsh mellows and whip cream on top.

"Thanks Alfred."

2 months later

I call up Bruce and he answers, I haven't heard word from him about a new position and have basically given up hope, but he's still my friend. He answers on the first ring.

"Hello?"
"Hey Bruce, are you busy?"

"No, why?"

"Want to help me move?

"Yeah sure, where to?"

"My new place, I bought a house." He doesn't need to know I paid for it in full by selling Dick's vehicles after he left.

"Well, yeah, I'll be right over." Bruce keeps his word and is over in a few moments ready to help me move my pitiful amount of belongings to my new home. I'm ready to try living on my own again. My dad and him shake hands and chat while loading my dad's truck with my bed and Bruce's hummer with my Laz-E-Boys. The rest of the small boxes with my clothing in them can fit in the back seat of dad's truck. It only takes one trip, but at least I'm on my own, in a place I like.

"Barbara, can I take you shopping? I want this to be your dream home, and no money limit can be put on your happiness." I smile at Bruce. He is always so charming.

"I would like that a lot Bruce. Just don't tell my dad. I don't want him to get hurt feelings" After moving in the boxes and dad goes home, Bruce takes me shopping and I buy light sheer white curtains with a pink floral hem to match the paint I had done before moving in (aged white walls with rose trim). I also buy a kitchen table despite not needing one really, just for the homely feel, dishes, cookware, table clothes, bedding, a coffee table, a bookcase, some books, a few rugs, and some pretty lamps for indirect lighting. And beds and bedding for the two extra rooms. "Bruce, you're the best. Thank you so much. I know that it's a lot of money."

"You haven't even spent a paycheck for 15 minutes yet for me." I laugh.

"I wish I was a billionaire." He laughs back and helps me get everything into the house and set up. My dad bought me groceries to last until my disability check comes in. Bruce leaves and I sit down on my couch and turn on the tube. I should get a job. I get a phone call from Dick, right on schedule, he calls every Tuesday and Thursday at 6pm sharp. He is having the time of his life, and things are finally looking up for me to.

Dick POV

I love the circus. Smelling the air, helping to raise the trapeze, putting up tents, living in a trailer with a close-knit circus family that I love. I can't get enough of it. This is exactly what I needed, as usual, Babs was absolutely right. I feel like this is where I belong. I help my team-mate Maggie with setting up the trapeze for tonight's show in Brooklyn and I look over at her and laugh. "This is going to be awesome, Maggie." She smiles back.

"I know." She is like that all the time, very aloof, like she knows everything the minute before it happens. I like it. "I better get ready, you should to, the show start in an hour." She saunters off, I watch her lithe form move slowly out of sight and I move back to my trailer.

I apply glitter to my hair and face then pull on the long sleeved leotard and soft dance shoes to match. Tonight's color is red and silver. This is my favorite costume, I should remember this color combination. I add sequins to the corners of my eyes just for some extra razzle dazzle, then sit back, 45 minutes until show time and I'm back to doing what I always do when I'm alone and don't have anything better to be doing. I think of Babs.

Despite trying to move on, a few flings here and there, no one can impress me. She is my star. I pick up my cell phone and do what I always do before show time, give her a call just to check in. She answers after the first ring.

"Hey, Dick! How are you doing!" She sounds excited about something.

"I'm doing just fine, how have you been?"

"I'm doing great! I moved into my house today! Bruce bought me furniture and things to make it feel more like home. I've haven't been this happy in a long time. It is exactly what I need. All it is missing is a peep hole that is my height, but my dad will get to it sometime I'm sure. I'm just so excited." I can already tell this conversation isn't for her to hear about me, it's an excuse for her to tell me everything. I smile and get happy for her in all the right places. I love listening to her be happy again. It's nice that things are going well.

About 30 minutes into the call, right in the middle of Bab's tirade about how she got theses magnificent sheer curtains which add the perfect touch to her home and me laughing to myself because she is so excited, a loud banging knocks on the side of my trailer.

"Hey, Dick, it's show time." It's Maggie, she's so blunt. Suddenly I realize something, I like Maggie and it's not fair to either of us.

"Hey Babs, I've got to go, it's time for the show. I'll call you on Thursday okay."

"Oh, okay, Dick. Break a leg." My hanging up doesn't seem to have affected Bab's great mood at all. I open my trailer door. Maggie is in matching red and silver, her brown hair tied up in a pony tail with sprayed in silver streaks.

"Okay lets go!" She starts to hop away, she always gets antsy before shows. I follow her deep in thought, I like Maggie, but she's not even close to Babs.

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