Barbara's POV
"You can't stop me!" I yell, throwing my full weight at Dick.
"You're not ready." He replies, blocking my kick.
"I've been on the Team!" I scream, elbowing his stomach.
"You'll get hurt on your own." Dick blocks my fist, again.
"I can handle myself!" Finally, he grabs me and holds my back against his chest. I give up struggling.
"Babs, Bruce and I only want you to stay because we love you. I love you." Dick whispers. I break free of his grasp.
"You're a mess, you know." I say after a while.
"Yeah. Fought this tough redhead chick. She beat the crap out of me." I would've laughed, if I didn't know that I have to do this.
I grab a batting a chip off a small chunk of my hair. I place it in Dick's hand.
"What're you-"
"See you around, Grayson." I say, before swinging off the roof and into the unknown.

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"For what it's worth, Babs, I care about you. I always have." Dick says on the other end of the phone.
"I know, Dick." I say calmly. "Goodbye." I hang up my phone and lean against the wall. This sucks.
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"Barbara! Where are you?" Tim yells, as I spin around on a chair in the batcave.
"The batcave, what's-"
"Don't come up here. You don't need to see this." Obviously, I sprint up the stairs and immediately wish that I had listened to Tim.
There, on the screen, is Dick, beaten and bloody, his eyes half open, encased in a machine that looks like it's connected to his heart.
"The Crime Syndicate...they put him in the murder machine...they unmasked him." Jay whispers.
"No." I mumble. "No. No. No! No!" I start screaming, as if that'll somehow get Dick out of there. I collapse to my knees. Suddenly, a group of people burst into the room. Bruce! He's going to save him! But as the scene unfolds before me, I see Luthor press his hand to Dick's mouth, and horror fills his eyes.
"I really am sorry, Mr Grayson." He says, then shoots him with some sort of laser.
"Dick!!" I scream, tears blurring my vision, although from the noise, I can tell the feed has been cut. I turn around. Jay looks like he might cry, and Tim really is crying. Damian is throwing knives at the wall.
"Those...those..." For a minute I think he's going to say imbeciles. "Sons of Bitches!"
"Master Damian!" Alfred scolds, although he has tears running down his cheeks.

When Bruce walks up the stairs, he looks like he's been crying himself.
"He's...dead. He's really dead."