Well the end of this story is written, but it is left open… I fi get ONE REVIEW asking me to do a sequel, I will just one.
Barbara POV
I roll around feeling short and out of place. My father is by my side and I move myself around, purposely picking out a dress with short sleeves so I have full movement of my arms to roll around. My father has "danced" with me all night, as well as Bruce, Tim, and a few others who have simply asked me. Probably fascinated by the way I can keep up with my partners by moving quickly with them in circles or letting my dad tilt my chair back like a dip. I laugh every time he does it. There is one person who keeps my dance card from reaching full though, and that is Dick. He hasn't asked me yet. I don't know why. I'm about to just ask him.
The party is also filled with faces I'm not so happy to see, at least a hundred very rich and prominent people from Gotham, here to welcome Dick home with gracious amounts of money and congratulations on doing something so outrageous like joining the circus, especially after his "horrible plight" with his parents beforehand. Honestly these people are so predictable.
I can see Dick in the corner talking to a very wealthy looking woman in a red dress with matching lipstick. I smooth out my knee length silver party dress and make sure everything is in place before rolling over. I can tell I make the woman nervous, people don't really know how to act around someone in a wheelchair. Should they pretend it isn't there? Or should they act extra sympathetic. She quickly comes up with an excuse and leaves. Dick laughs because I smile after her like her awkwardness is the funniest thing in the world.
"You haven't changed a bit, Babs. How are you?" I smile, hearing him in person is so nice. I've missed him more than I knew.
"I'm well, and yourself?" I look up at him and wish he wasn't so much taller than me, wish I could stand up. I'd do anything to be eye level with someone.
"I'm okay... Just here I guess. It's been so long since I've wore a suit. It's weird." He hasn't changed at all either, always the perfect ward of Bruce Wayne when the occasion arrives.
"Well, would you like to dance with me?" I smile worried he will say no, but he just grins at me back.
"Of course I would, but why?"
"My dance card isn't full, you could be my last slot." He grins even wider and I roll out to the dance floor with him. He must have been watching my dad very closely, because it took my dad and I weeks to figure out how to dance with me, where Dick just picked it up immediately. I laugh as he twirls me around in my chair. When we are done he kisses my hand.
"I love seeing you happy again, Babs." I smile up at him, butterflies in my stomach from the burning kiss on my hand.
"I'm glad you're back, Dick. It's wonderful to see you again." I look over at Bruce busying himself with Luscious and I'm a sure private affair. Helena is in a long navy blue gown, being a right bitch as always I'm sure. Tim looks striking in a suit and tie, but in an awkward teenaged way. Still tall and lanky and unsure of where he begins and ends. Alfred is making polite conversation with my father, and everyone else is mingling, talking about their trust funds I'm sure. Dick hates these parties just as much as me. "Where will you be staying? Here with Bruce until you find a place?" He just looks at me and laughs.
"You know me, Babs. I'd rather die then stay here where Bruce is in charge of me. I'll figure out something."
"I'd rather hear a plan. You can stay with me until you find a place. There are only a few rules and I have 2 empty rooms."
"Babs, you really shouldn't have to put up with me. I'll find somewhere else." He is always so kind to me.
"It really is no trouble. We desperately need to catch up, and it isn't for long, only until you find a place." The truth is, I'm hoping to rekindle something… maybe he has grown up, maybe he will want me now. I know it is a long shot, but maybe a few days of us being like old times might help. I have no proof of that, and I'm over him enough to move on and continue as usual if he doesn't want me still, but it is worth a shot to me, to try for it.
"Babs...If you insist." He gives up. He knows better than to argue with me on this one, and I wont have him sleeping on the streets. All the pieces are playing perfectly. I roll up towards Bruce and tell him that I am retiring and thank him very much for being such a wonderful host. He wont even notice Dick leave with me, this night was mostly for him and I can tell. I feel the beautiful women's eyes on me as I roll away, and a few whispers to Bruce, "So is that the commissioners daughter" "Oh, so tragic, really. Simply tragic." "She's so beautiful, she glows still." I grab Dick's and and lead us out, my father following behind, he is my ride.
LATER
I unlock my front door and roll inside, taking off my high hells and set them in my lap. "I don't even have to walk in them and I still cannot stand them. I don't know how I used to do it." I turn and look towards him. "Just take off your shoes at the door, I will wake you up for breakfast in the morning." He smiles at me.
"You've become quite the home owner, this is beautiful." I can't help but grin at his comment. Impressing him must be working out, I really want this to happen. It's a long shot, but I really do.
"Well thank you Dick. Your room is down the hall and to the right, the bathroom is right next door to it." I smile and roll into my room and start the arduous process of getting dressed and ready for bed. I brush my long hair out and braid it, then pull my baggy t-shirt over my head and put on a pair of panties. I roll out to the kitchen and get a glass of water and take my pills then head back towards my room. I see Dick throwing a backpack on the bed and pulling off his jeans to sleep in his boxers. He sees me watching and smiles. I smile back and do a small wave before darting into my room.
I pull myself into bed and close my eyes. I clap and the lights turn out It's nice to know he is in the next room. It'd be better if he were in here, but for now this will suffice.
DICK POV
That smell is wonderful. Like Blueberry muffins. Bab's blueberry muffins…
I move myself into a sitting position in the bed and begin to rub the sleep from my eyes. I can't believe I'm here in Gotham again. It's weird being here and not waiting for my next act and wearing leotards around everywhere, but it is home. I needed my home again. Flinging the blanket to the side I stand up lazily and shuffle out of the room. The smell is just more amazing and my mouth is practically watering. I drag myself into the kitchen where Babs is waiting patiently at the counter. She must have just taken them out of the oven; they smell wonderful.
"Hey, I had your favorite." She smiles at me and I can't help but feel a small twinge in my chest. I haven't had one of those in a very long time.
"Those smell amazing." I grin goofily. Her muffins are my weakness I swear.
"I'm glad. I even have cold syrup for you." There is that smile again. I wait patiently as she pops a few out of the pan and places them on a plate and fills the little cup-like holes in the muffins with syrup. She knows just how to treat me. She barely hands them to me before they are already devoured. I love these things.
She smiles again lightly, "I'm glad you missed my cooking."
"Are you kidding? I love your cooking. I've lived off of circus food for a year. This is the best thing I've ever had in my life."
"Well I'm flattered." She laughs slightly and moves backwards grabbing a steaming mug and hands it to me. Muffins and coffee. Amazing. Only then do I notice everything around me. It feels like home here. I smile and take a sip of the warm liquid.
I gulp heavily as my eyes trace her outline lightly. She is wearing this really nice Batman shirt with a skirt that helps show off her legs. She is as gorgeous as she has always been. My eyes move back to the cup in my hand and then to my boxers resting on my hips. I look lazy compared to her.
"You've gotten thinner Dick. I'll have to fatten you up a bit."
I grin sarcastically at her. "Oh yeah? If you keep baking like this I don't think you will have a problem with that at all."
"I bake a lot now."
"Well, I don't mind. I love your baking." What am I doing? Flirting? Dick don't be a dumbass.
"Well, I don't mind baking for you either." She says it in this way that makes my groin ache. Babs has always had an amazing way of flirting back and boy did I miss it. I guess that was a better reply than I usually get. Maybe she likes me again. Maybe a bit…
I wish she hadn't of done that though. Now my eyes can't leave her curves alone. I honestly probably look like a pig but I just cant help myself. The Grayson hasn't gotten any love lately. She looks up at me and smiles while pulling herself up onto the counter. All the while my eyes still can't leave her. They roam up her soft legs to the curve of her butt and I can feel the start of my blood flowing down south. She reaches up slowly and opens the cupboard above her head. Her shirt lifts up slightly showing off her toned stomach while she grabs the jar of honey. She sets the honey down and rearranges herself into a sitting position. She leans forward and slowly covers her muffin in the honey. Her breasts seem to practically be popping out of her shirt with the amount of cleavage being shown. Oh, blood, please come back to my brain. I may do something stupid.
"So what are your plans for the day?" Some of the honey rolls off of the muffin onto her finger as she takes a bite.
"Well…I'm not sure." She rolls her tongue over her fingers licking up the sticky liquid and I'm about die. "I'll be back in just a second!"
I practically ran to the bathroom and shut the door just as she replies with an "Okay…?" I have to fix myself. This shouldn't take too long. The ache in my boxers is just too much at the moment and I can't have her seeing me like this. I pull myself up onto the counter and reach into my blue plaid cotton boxers. This shouldn't be a problem at all.
15 minutes later
I open the door to the bathroom slowly and move my way back out to the kitchen. Babs obviously isn't there so I try the living room. I move around the corner and I see her lounging across the couch. She is honestly looking good though. She spots me and just smiles, "So how was your sleep?"
"It was pretty good. Your house is quite comfortable." I slept like a baby. I love being in her home.
"Thank you. I try my best." There is that flirty tone again. Oh, I wish she didn't do that. I just got myself fixed.
"Yeah. Ahem. So, how have you been lately?" I desperately try to change the subject. I give her a small smile to try and cover it up though.
"Really good. Just life and stuff. How about yourself?"
"I've been okay. Just busy and slightly worried. I may be an adult now but Bruce is still scary to think about coming home to. You know?"
"I bet. He's intimidating."
"Did he miss me or anything while I was gone…?" I've been curious the whole time as to if he cared or not. He may not be my real father but he is the closest I have to one.
"A ton. He always talked about you."
"Oh… Well I'm glad. I missed him too." I missed everyone though. The circus didn't belong to me anymore. 10 years ago it would have but not anymore. My life is completely different than what my parents had.
"Yeah, Him and Alfred missed you."
"Did you miss me?" I can't help but ask. I need to know.
"Of course I did Dick. More than anything."
"I missed you too. Part of me really regrets leaving." I hated be away from her. Every night I ended up thinking about her when I laid in bed half awake in the middle of the night. I would have called her more often but I figured she needed the distance.
"Don't regret anything. You wanted it at the time." She's right but I wanted to be here so much more.
"Yeah, But it wasn't home you know?"
"Yeah, I understand." She smiles again and I have a massive urge to tell her that I love her, but I swallow it down just like I always do now.
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