Barbara's POV
I blink a few times to regain my vision.
"Dick?!" I slur. "Dad?" A hand squeezes my own.
"Right here, Babs." Dick's familiar voice says. I frown.
"My toes." I wheeze. I concentrate on wiggling my feet. "Are they...?" Dick bursts into tears.
"Babs, you're going to walk again."

Year Later...
It took a year, but here I am. On top of Wayne Enterprises. Standing. Only this time, I have Dick to watch my back.
"So, what's next?" He asks.
"You know, just stuff." I reply.
"And Tim?" Dick asks again.
"Going to lead the new titans." I try not to make it sound like I'm imagining one specific Titan in their grave. Graves. No.

"How are you feeling? After Damian..." Dick asks, hugging me to his chest.
"I don't want to talk about it..." I whisper.
"If I had been there I could've stopped it. Heretic couldn't have killed us both." Dick's been blaming himself for Damian's death since last week.
"I've told you, Dick. As much as Damian would hate to admit it, you were a good brother to him. You are a good brother to him." I stare at Dick. "You can play this 'what if' game in your head for your whole life. What if I wasn't shot by the Joker? What if you married Kori? But you move on, Dick. Take it from me."