I know this isn't exactly how it went down, but it's how it should've.

Barbara's POV
It's been months since Dick's death. I'm still standing. But Dick's still not.
I've been investigating Spyral. There's a new agent, and rumour has it that he's got the skill of a bat. So it's going to take another to bring him in.

I know he's on the other side of his wall. I only have to turn the corner. But neither of us are moving. I take one step forward. Nothing. I quickly turn the corner, and see a black haired figure sprinting away. Almost looks like Dick.

I chase him to a bridge, until he stops, and I take a defensive position behind me.
"Batgirl..." He says. "Barbara..." How does he know my name? He turns around and lowers his hood. "Babs, we need to talk."

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"Of course you're not dead." I huff. "Dick Grayson doesn't die. He just dissappoints."
"Babs, I had to do this. Spyral were hunting masks. Bruce needed an inside man." Dick tries to explain.
"So you just forget to tell me you're alive?!" I scream. "I mourned you, Dick! I cried at your funeral! We all did! Me, Damian, Jay, Tim, Cass, Steph, all of us!" I throw my arms around him and clench his shoulders. "I missed you more than anything." I sob into his shirt. He wraps his strong arms around me and lifts me off the ground a little. We stay like that for god knows how long.
"Babs. I'm sorry. I really am. I know I've made too many mistakes." Dick take my hands.
"But once I promised you I'd always come back home. And my home is always with you. Always." Dick puts back my hair, and I look away.
"Dick..." I whisper.
"Babs, I can't take back what happened. I can't change the past." He pulls off my cowl. "But I hope that whatever my future is, it includes you." Then he presses his lips to mine.
After we break apart, I lean against his chest, and he puts his hand around my waist.

"Let's go home, Babs." Dick whispers. "Let's go home."