Barbara's POV
"Yes! Finally! Uh huh, I did it, I'm the greatest." I literally jump for joy. Dick races in.
"What *puff* happened?" He pants. I grin.
"Oh, nothing much, I just made a remote, untraceable copy of the Internet. Which, I might add, has only been done once, when people were making the actual Internet, and that took them thirteen years, and teams of over ten-thousand people." I said calmly.
"Holy Bat! Really?" Then he looks serious. "What's the developments?" I click through headlines.
"Ah...let's see...ok, people are being evacuated to underground shelters, and the Crime Syndicate is mostly trying to...actually, it doesn't say what they want."
"So, what's our next move?"
"Well, being the brains of this operation, I have to come up with a strategy. But I think just for today we can have a little fun." I whisper, kissing his cheek. Then I shake my head. "What am I even doing? We aren't dating!" Damian runs in.
"Gordon! Grayson! I demand your presence at the pool. Put these on!" He throws a black bikini and blue Baird shorts onto the bed.
"I can't wear that!" I protest, until I realise the little demon's gone. I look at Dick, who's grinning at the bikini, which will clearly show a little more than I like.
"Get your head out of the gutter, boy blunder." I hiss, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

Third Person
Damn, Babs was hot.
It was weird to think of his best friend like that, but after nearly five years, he got used to the feeling.
True, he didn't have the best taste in women. Just look at his track record. All you have to do is ask Artemis, and she'll say:
"Ladies, if you want to date Dick Grayson, there are two requirements. Number one, be a hero. Number two, have a skimpy uniform. I'm looking at you, Kori, Zee and Helena." Artemis had actually said that on Dick's fourteenth birthday, but Babs was his one exception.
Even though she had a model's body, from her nightly exercise, and her clear complexion, and amazing hair that always smelled of strawberry and coconuts, she was always self-conscious about it. To Barbara, her hair was too messy, she was too muscular, and she had too many freckles.
Like missions, to Barbara, her appearance and personality had more failures than successes. But to Dick, she was too perfect to be from the hell-hole called Earth.

"I'm going to kill Damian for this." Barbara laughed when she stepped out of the bathroom, a towel sound over her shoulder. Dick didn't bother telling her about their conversation.
"You look good." He said instead.
"Eh. You look better." She said, waving her hand in his general direction, although her eyes were fixed on his abs.  She never realised that his features were t too enhanced by his suit until now.
Stop it, Gordon. He hurt you. She told herself, although with every passing day, she knew it was getting harder and harder to dislike her friend.
"Eh. You look better." Dick said, mimicking her tone. "Seriously Babs, the smaller-"
"Hey, look at the time! We're going to miss the midday sun!" She interrupted, before she could give him the opportunity to make her blush.

Most people spent their days in the pool relaxing a floating around. Barbara was swimming with Kaldur, trying to hold her breath for several minutes with no rebreather, and trying to beat Wally in a race. She jump from the highest diving board, 25 metres high, into the 50 metre deep diving pool, doing a tiny splash. Then she tried to get to the bottom, but gave up when the pressure got too much.
"Remind me later to add in water helmets and pressure stabilisers to our suits." Barbara said to Dick, before doing a triple somersault into the pool.

Dick's POV
Babs is seriously the most hard-working person on the planet.
Like right now, instead of playing Marco-Polo with everyone else; which she had to stop because she kept winning in ten seconds. She was almost as good as Kon. She was forcing herself to hold her breath.

When she got out, I followed her to our room and watched her sit down and start typing at her computer. I pulled up a chair and started untangling her wet hair as gently as I could.
"Can you not?" She hissed. I stopped.
"Sorry." I whisper. I can see her reflection in the screen.
"Sorry." She said. "Guess I'm just sad Bruce is gone." Babs was like that. She only cried when something she couldn't prove wrong happened, like my clone's death. Otherwise, she just got angry. Like Bruce, she held onto the past like a rope. "You can keep doing that, it feels kinda nice, actually."

When Babs had finished working on strategy, she curled on to the bed. I get an idea.
"Wait here." I say, and walk to the pool to get Dami, Tim and Jase.

I put in 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' and all of us leaned against the headboard to watch. Jase, Tim and I had seen it at least fifteen times, but Damian was unfamiliar with it.

When the movie ended, Damian stood up.
"Gordon, I demand you show me more of your favourites."
"Excuse me?" Babs asked.
"It is clear we have good taste. I would you to share your taste. It is clear we like the same job, the same movie, and as much as I hate to admit it, and the only reason I'm saying this is because the world could end, and none of you imbeciles may repeat it, but it's clear we have good taste in family." We all threw out arms around Dami, even Jase and Tim, and he squirmed.
"I COMMAND YOU TO RELEASE ME IMBECILES!" He yelled, kicking us all in our stomachs. We all watched him leave the room, before collapsing onto the floor in laughs.