Still going for it, lol I'm doing laundry in the basement of my dorm, and decided that I will try to finish the unfinished chapters now.
Barbara POV
I sit in the batcave and stare at the screen working on my new profile. Bruce isn't as talkative of a Batman as Dick is. I change my picture so a cool one I made of myself on Photoshop in the batcave with the headset, etc. Then my new bio is typed as great with computers, partner to all of the bat-family, you know, all of that jazz. It's because I'm awesome.
"Oracle, stop changing our bios and send me the blueprints to Arkham asylum, I need to know where the inmates are hiding the ringleader here."
"Yes, of course." I send them then go back to my actual job of researching. There was another breakout, no surprise. There.
I hear my phone buzz, it's Dick. "hey" Says the text message.
"Hey, what's up? I'm working."
"Oh, not interrupting am I?"
"No, just a breakout at Arkham, what else is new, right?"
"Lol totally. So the circus will be in Gotham in a few months, I'm thinking I'm gonna stay behind when they leave."
"Are you sure you want to do that? You enjoy the circus so much." But on the inside I'm throwing a party. I'm determined that if I want him back enough I can get him back. I am at least going to try, I wont be able to live with myself until I try. I can't move on until I know for sure.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I miss Gotham, being away has helped me realize that." I smile. I'm going to try.
"Well good. I'm glad you've made a decision, keep me posted, I can't wait to see you." Now I can tell Sam it's over. I can't keep dating him, I don't even come close to loving him, he is a good friend. And in a few months Dick will be back and I can try and finally ease my mind. I need to know for sure that it is really over.
DICK POV
I smile as I put down my cell phone. She may not still love me, but I still love her, and if it means coming all the way back to Gotham and Bruce and that goddamn madman the Joker, then that is what I will do. Even if I can only ever be her friend, I will stay by her and take care of her and tell her I love her everyday. That is a promise I will keep.
COMING HOME (3 MONTHS LATER)
I miss her. After all the time I've been gone I miss Babs the most. Maggie left me a while ago because "I'm still in love with her and a blind person could see it." I don't see it though and I guess Babs doesn't either. So maybe Maggie was just trying to find an excuse to leave me. Who knows though?
Tonight we are going to be in Gotham again and I'm nervous. My family is going to be there to see me. Maybe Babs will be too…
I'm mainly nervous because of the last time I was in the circus and in Gotham my parents were murdered. I don't think I've quite gotten over it. Babs says it's nothing to worry about and that it will be just fine but I'm just worried.
I look around my cruddy trailer and mentally kick myself for everything that has happened in the past year and a half. On the wall near my bed is a picture of all of us together. Bruce, Tim, Alfred, Babs, and myself. We look so happy. I bet she is happy. Look at me; I'm a pathetic asshole who left her when she needed me most. No wonder the girls avoid me.
I move my hand over the picture and lightly remove it from the wall and place it in my small backpack. I came to the circus with nothing and I'll be leaving with nothing. I have a few small articles of clothing and that picture. Sure, I made some money but it doesn't mean anything to me. I gave it to Maggie in hopes of redeeming our shitty relationship. Money is useless to me and if it made me happy that's just fine I suppose.
Now all I have left is to think about what I want with my life. I know who I want in it but I can't tell her that. I know when I go back Bruce will want me to be Batman again, but I can't handle that right now. I don't want to be his little crony anymore. That was the best part about being Nightwing. I didn't have to listen to Bruce. I'm sure he's had Babs working for him again and I seriously want to beat him for it. Batman has ruined her life enough as it is. Maybe I do still care? I shouldn't, we have moved on and there is no chance of an "us" anymore. Maybe Helena would bother seeing me again. She is the closest thing I could have to romance in Gotham.
"Hey Dick, we should start practicing." The banging on my door could only be Maggie. Even though we haven't been together for a while she insists on training with me. I think it was a fetish of hers of something. I mean she did like the tights…
"Yeah, I'll be there in a second." I hear her light footsteps move away from my trailer and I let out a sigh. I just hope this goes well. The show must go on, right?
The Show
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! BOYS AND GIRLS! AUDIENCE MEMBERS OF ALL AGES! THE NEXT ACT IS DANGEROUS AND DARING! THE SON OF THE GREAT LEGENDS THE FLYING GRAYSONS! HE IS BACK TO SHOW OFF HIS MASTERFUL SKILLS! THE FLYING RICHARD GRAYSON!" Monsieur Loyal is quite the entertainer himself. I leap from my position in the rafters and catch myself on the swinging bar. The audience gasps and I just smile. I love the attention. I flip myself across onto the landing and take a small bow. I try not to squint with glitter in ym right eye.
Below me clowns are setting the safety net on fire and laughing about it. I wish I knew where Babs was. I can't help but show off for her. As I stand back up from the bow I lean forward and free fall. I sure hope she sees this. Before I reach the net I fling a grapple back up and snag the bar. I swing myself up with my momentum and continue from there. The net burns away slowly and I just smirk. I'm good at what I do and I know it. I just hope she likes it…I perform another flip as I fly into the air. The show always goes on.
The After Party
About halfway through the show I managed to find Babs. So I'm on my way to see them. Right as I walk up I hear a "You always manage to get the best seats Babs!" from Tim and I can't help but laugh.
"And here I thought my family was dysfunctional." Babs smiles at my comment and rolls right up to me and hugs my waist. I smile and hug her back the best I can. I missed her a ton.
"Alright lets go home guys."