Dick's POV
I waited an extra two hours after the surgery before I could go see Babs. The whole time I sat in the waiting room, with Tim and James, waiting for updates. James was allowed in straight away, but he had to leave after an hour, since he had received yet another death threat. And Tim had to go on patrol with Bruce. So I'm going to be the only one there when she wakes up.
"She's awake." A nurse notifies me, so I gather my things and follow her to Babs's room. "I'll leave you two alone" I sit in a plastic chair, and hold her small hand in mine, as her eyes flutter open.
"H-hey." She whispers.
"What's up with your voice?" I asked.
"They h-had t-t-to work around m-my vocal b-box. It's damaged, b-but it'll b-b-be fine in a f-few days." She shut her eyes tightly. "P-pull up the sheet at the b-b-bottom of my bed." She commanded. I revealed her bare feet. She squeezed her eyes even tighter in concentration. Then there's the slightest movement. Her big toe twitches. "Is it...?" I grin, squeezing her hand.
"Yep." She releases her breath, and opens her eyes.
"G-Grayson, I d-d-don't like you t-taking advantage o-o-of my state." Babs whispered, trying to make a fist to punch me. I close her hand and lift it to my face, giving myself a small punch.
"Bam?" She whispers.
"Bam." I say softly, stroking her fore-head.
"I'm still angry." Babs said.
"How could anyone stay angry at this?" I joke, motioning to my face.
"T-true." She said, "B-but I was g-g-going to ask. What happened t-to Alien Ch-ch-chick?"
"She went off."
"You're a d-dog." Babs squeaks.