Barbara's POV
How long has it been now? Four, five, weeks?
I know Bruce forbade the Team from using radio in Bialya, but seriously, when six hero teens go missing for over a month, you'd think that it'd become a JL priority to get them back.

"Why don't you just send in a back up team if you're so worried about an international disaster? I mean, those six aren't the only hero protege's on the planet." I ask Bruce for the fifth time this week. "There's me. And Roy. And Zatara's daughter. And Wondergirl. That's more than enough to at least see if they're...if they're..." I can't say dead. I won't accept it until I see Dick's body. But it's getting harder and harder to deny everyday.
Bruce puts his hand on my shoulder and bends down to my height.
"Barbara, I promise you that we are doing everything we can to find out what's happened to them. Without causing an international incident." I grab his arm, and twist his wrist.
"If you were, you'd send me in!" I yell.
"You're not ready." Bruce growls.
"Well you'd better do something, otherwise little, inexperienced me is going to waltz on in to that god damn country and find out what happened to my best friend!"
"Barbara..." He says warningly.
"Don't you care about Dick?" I scream, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. "Have you really stopped and considered that he might actually be gone? That he might be...dead?" I collapse to the floor. Bruce kneels next to me, and wraps his arms around me, cape and all. Like a father. "What if he's dead?" I sob into my hands.

Dick's POV
Why is it so bright? Okay, better question. Why am I in a dessert? And why do I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks? Think, Grayson. The last thing I remember is Barbara. After I had fought Bane. Hold that. There are trucks coming. Time to hide.

Barbara's POV
I don't know if it was just time, or my breakdown in front of him, but Bruce has finally agreed to let me come on patrol with him.

"I'll be changing in there-" Bruce's wrist beeps.
"Don't move." He orders, then uses the Zeta-beam to go to who knows where.
"I'll just be here." I sigh. "Waiting. Like always." I flop onto a couch.

"Recognised. Batman 01. Robin B01." The Zeta announces. Wait. Dick?! Bruce helps him on to a couch.
"Oh my god!" I run over and throw my arms around him.
"Oww." Dick groans. "Good to see you."  Then I throw him away from me.
"Don't ever scare me like that again!" I yell, crying. Half with happiness, half with sadness. "I thought you were dead!" Then I hug him again, and Dick wraps his arms around me tightly, and I sob into his shoulder. And his body shakes with tears too.

"Should we...?" Bruce whispers to Alfred.
"I believe we should allow the young heroes to reacquaint themselves." He replies.