A/N: I know this chapter doesn't have anything to do with Bruce, but I wanted to address Barbara's relationship with Dick before anything else happens. I really do like the Dick/Babs pairing in the comics, especially pre-New 52. It just seems a bit selfish in the animated series. Not a bad guy, but definitely not the character I enjoy in the comic books. I never liked Dick until I started reading the comics. I don't know what it is, but he is way more relatable, even more so than Bruce, in the comics. Anyways, sorry for the slight rant. This chapter is a bit shorter, but more is coming soon.

Boxes, lots of boxes cluttered Dick's apartment. All these boxes were going with him to Blüdhaven.

"I don't understand why you have to bring everything," I said taping up one of the boxes.

"I don't want to be thought of as Batman's sidekick all grown up. I want to make my own name for myself. Blüdhaven is the perfect place for that," he replied taking dishes out of his cupboard.

"That still doesn't answer my question." I'm sure he felt my sharp stare. I wasn't going to let him avoid giving me an answer. No acrobatics on this one.

"It's because I don't want a reason to come back," he said quietly while gently placing the items on the counter. He gazed at me, trying to read my face, to see what my emotions were.

"Oh," that's all I could muster out. I know things haven't been the same between us since he found out I was Batgirl; but since he's came back, we were hitting it off again. Maybe hitting it off was a bit of an understatement.

"Babs," he said in a tone that asked if I was ok.

"That is probably a good idea."

He looked a little shocked about my answer. Good, I hope it hurts a little, because I think he's breaking my heart right now.

My eyes glazed a bit and a lump starting forming in my throat. No, I'm not going to cry, I can't let him see me cry. I have to ask though. He's not going to go away without giving me something.

"Where is this going to leave us then?"

He braced himself with both hands on the counter and looked to the floor between him and the cabinet underneath. "I don't know Babs. As long as you are working here in Gotham with him, I don't know how we would work."

Another fight we've had started to pop back in my memory. He was using Bruce as an excuse, as a scapegoat again for all his problems. We've had this argument a few times, I wasn't going to revisit it. I knew he wouldn't change his mind, so I started idly touch the items on the table in front of me. They were all items that still needed to be wrapped and pack. I wouldn't, couldn't make eye contact with him, if I did I wasn't sure what I'd do. I was mad, sad, empathetic, and irritated all at the same time. The cocktail of emotions I was feeling were hard to swallow.

"You could ask me to come with you," I said that statement almost defiantly.

"No, I won't. I already know the answer is no." He was right, that decision was inevitable.

"It's just as well. Our relationship is pretty volatile lately. I mean how many times have we ended a yelling match with…" I didn't want to say it. Saying that three-letter word seemed to cheapen what we did together. What we did was more than that to us, well at least to me it was. I picked a spot on the table in front of me to stare at and lock onto it. I needed to tell him the rest of my thoughts without the risk of meeting his gaze. "Then the next morning we both decide what we did was a mistake and we'd try to pretend it didn't happen. Sooner or later the same thing happened again. It's a cycle that we know we need to break. No time like the present."

All of a sudden, his hand grabbed mine. I wasn't aware that he even started walking towards me. I looked at him finally in the eyes. His eyes were glazed with tears and seeing that, I knew. I knew whatever it was we were doing, was over. I just nodded tearfully as he pulled me close. Finally letting down the emotional damn that was holding my tears back. As I cried into his chest, I could feel him sharply exhale and all his muscles tensed up around me. This obviously wasn't easy for him either. I pulled away after a few moments to look at him in the face. It was wet, as I'm sure mine was too.

"Even though you are kind of breaking my heart right now Grayson, I want you to check in once in awhile so I know you're at least ok."

"Alright," he replied while nodding in agreement.

"I'm probably going to be a total bitch to you the first few times too." I was dead serious about that. I knew myself. I knew my defense mechanisms.

He laughed a little at that, because he knew it was true. I couldn't help but smile a tiny bit.

"I'm always going to care about you Barbara. Nothing is going to ever change that. You are always going to be special to me," he said with a slight twinkle in his eye. I closed my eyes and sighed softly as he reached to kiss my forehead. His kiss was bearable and unbearable at the same time. I had so many conflicting emotions going on that I thought I might be going insane.

"I've got to go now," I said pulling away, "I hope you understand why."

"I do." He had a sad smile on, still holding my hands.

I gave his hands one last squeeze and left out the door, doing my best to not look back. Dick was my first love. I had to remind myself of that. He was always going to be my first love, but he wasn't going to be my last. I'm strong. I will get through this; but right then and there, I just wanted to fall apart.