Barbara's POV
I'm pissed at Dick for not telling me he was alive the whole time. But still. Before he...faked his death, we did have something.
"Luke, we need to talk." I say, walking into my boyfriend's room.
"What is it?" He asks sweetly.
"Okay. Listen. You're a great guy. You deserve a great girlfriend. That's not me. I have to stay on my level. People who know me." The look on his face is heartbreaking. "I can't date you anymore."
"I understand." Luke says.
"What?"
"I was actually planning to...end things." He explains.
"Really? That's great!" I squeal. "I mean, not that I didn't like dating you...but..."
"I know, Barbara. I know."

Dick's POV
"Babs?" Her figure jumps through my window, and she peels off her cowl.
"Dick, we need to talk." She says.
"What, are you inviting me to your wedding? I sneer.
"I broke up with Luke." Babs says bluntly.
"What?"
"I realised that maybe...maybe I should be with someone else. That I should stop ignoring how I feel about them." She looks at the floor. "Make things work." I walk over to her and push back her hair.
"Babs..."
"And I know that you probably found some other girl now, and I-" I lift her head up, to face me. "I'm sorry." She whispers.
"There's nothing to be sorry for." I say, then press my lips to hers. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for."
"Oh no. I think I have a pretty good one."