Barbara's POV
Three years. It's been three years since I last saw Dick.
I'm in a wheelchair now. Been in one for about six months, ever since the damn Joker shot me. I help heroes as an informant, a hacker, under the alias 'Oracle'. I lead my own team, The Birds of Prey. Black Canary, Huntress, Dove, and Lady Blackhawk are just a few of the members.
There's still a batgirl now. Cassandra Cain took over for a while, until she started tracking Slade, and became Black Bat. Now, it's a girl named Stephanie Brown. I trained her as best as I could in this stupid chair, along with help from Bruce and Tim. Jason was blown up, by, you guessed it, that damn Joker!

"BC, you done in your end?" I asked, typing quickly at my computer.
"Just tying up these guys, O, and I'll be out for the night."
"Hey, I might actually get some sleep!" I joke.

I change into my yellow and black batman pyjama's, just a small reminder of my losses. Like Dick. For a brief amount of time, I had the most beautiful, caring, loving, smart man in the world, all to myself. It scared me. And that's the thing about memories. You never, ever, forget your losses.
Stop it. Stop thinking about that traitor.

I've been asleep for nearly an hour, when I'm woken by a knock on my flat door. I get myself into my chair and wheel to the door. Through a camera, I can see black hair. It's probably Tim or Bruce. I open the door, to find someone I barely recognise. Except for the sparkling blue eyes.
"Dick?" I whisper. I can't believe this...this...hunk...is the former boy wonder. "Is that seriously you?"
"Babs. If I heard what happened sooner-" I slapped him as hard as I could.
"You didn't." I growl.
"Would you please just listen?" He yelled.
"Get. Inside. Now." I order. If Dick woke up anyone in platinum flats, my cover would be blown. Especially since he's wearing that weird armour.
"Babs, I only just heard what happened."
"Yeah? And why's that?"
"I've been leading the Teen Titans. Jump City. I've actually met someone, Koriand'r. Or, Starfire." Just then, my heart shatters.
"So, correct me if I'm wrong, but this is what I think you're saying: You leave Gotham three years ago, go join a team of immature idiots who haven't taken down anything larger than a pizza, you date one of them, who from my files, is the hottest, and dumbest of the team, you miraculously find out your ex-girlfriend/best friend has been shot and paralysed, and your adoptive brother has been blown up." Dick looks so guilty then. I love it.
"Yep. That's pretty much it."
"Then, why, may I ask, are you in a city that you are not welcome in, in a house, you are even more not welcome in, talking to someone who is visualising what your brains would look like in pieces on the floor, just like her dead brother." I growl.
"I...wanted to apologise."
"It's a little late for that." I point to my chair.
"Babs, please."
"Bruce and I had to lie to the Team, Dick. We had to tell Wally you were dead. When we tracked down Roy, he tried to kill us. Do you have any idea how much pain I've been through?" I rant, waving my arms around angrily.
"BABS!" Dick yells, stopping me mid tangent. "Would you please just listen?" I stay quiet. "Thank you! Ok, once I found out that you'd been shot, and Jason was dead, I left the Titans. To find you." There are tears streaming down his face. He almost looks like the Dick I once knew. Before he became a lying, back-stabbing traitor. "Will you please give me another chance? Just one last time?" I sigh, studying his face.
"You left me here. You abandoned the Bats and your Team. You found a girlfriend. And you're asking me to forgive you?"
"Yes..." I stare him right in the eyes.
"No." Dick looks so tired now. "Fine. But who are you, anyway?"
"NightWing." He says, as he collapses at my feet.
"Come on, I can't carry you anymore." I nudge him with my wheel.
Dick picks me up and carries me to bed, and unzips his suit, and takes off his shirt.
And then, for one fleeting moment, everything is perfect.
But like everything, it was merely a moment.