Barbara's POV
I kneel on the edge of the Wayne Enterprises building, and hour early. There was no point trying to sleep.
I switch my cowl to binoculars, scanning the city. I sense a change in the air.
"I know you're there." I growl.
"You're impossible to surprise." Dick replied, trying to laugh. I'm not in the mood for jokes.
"Surprise? I'll tell you what's surprising, Grayson." I say, putting my on his chest, hard. "You quitting the best job on the planet. Just because Jason and I didn't want you and Bruce to die." Dick looks taken aback, and I give him my bat-glare.
"Babs, I...I was going to ask you to come to Blüdhaven with me."
"I'm sixteen. You're fifteen. We won't survive." I answer bluntly, as he puts his hand on my shoulder. It feels like a stranger. How could he do this?
"But we could! I have a trust fund from the circus. I just need a change of scenery for a few months. And it would be much better if you...you know...were there." I flip him to the floor, my arm on his chest.
"What about the Team? What about Jason? What about me?" I hiss.
"That's why I want you to come! It's just for a few months." Why can't he just apologise to Bruce?
"Forget it, Dick. I'm not leaving." I answer, letting him go. "But if you are, go to Jump City. There's a team there called the Teen Titans. At least there you can continue fighting crime."
"Barbara..."
"Dick, I respect your choices. But I'm not going to be with you if you leave. So, I guess this is goodbye." I shoot my grappling hook and disappear into the rising sunlight.