Babs's POV
Dick knocked on my door.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"Fine." I said, closing my laptop.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I growl.
"With Tim being captured." I break down.
"It's all my fault isn't it? I should've sent one of the powered heroes." I whisper into my knees.
"Tim volunteered. You had to know if the Justice League was still alive." Dick reminds me. "Besides, he's a bat. He can't die. It's against the rules." Dick tries to joke around, but it's really hard to believe my brother with be ok. Dick pushes back my hair, and tilts my head to look at him. "Hey, hey. It's going to be alright. Everything is going to be fine." Then he kisses me gently, for about five seconds.
"Dick..."
"I had to do that." I study his face. It has been almost five years now.
"And I have to do this." I kiss him back, and for a moment, all my problems melt away. He puts his hands around my waist, and I sling mine around his neck. "Never let me go." I whisper.
"If I do, I'll catch you."
Then it all falls to pieces.