I grabbed a bandage from the first aid kit, and unzipped Barbara's boot, revealing her black and blue ankle.
"That looks...bad." Babs smirked, although you could tell she was in a lot of pain.
"Thanks for stating the obvious. So, Dr. Robin, am I going to live?" She joked.
"Just." I replied, handing her a pair of crutches.
"And no more patrol until it's better. For either of you." Bruce said from the shadows. Babs hit the floor with the bottom of one of her crutches.
"What? Dick didn't do anything!" She protested.
"It was your first solo mission. He was in charge."
"I was." She fake coughed.
"And you got hurt." Bruce finished.

I sat next to Babs on the couch, her leg propped on a pile of pillows, watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, although there was a sizeable distance between us.
"So, have you read the books?" She asked. I nodded.
"Duh."
"I-"
"Can't-"
"Believe-"
"Fred-"
"DIES!" We both yelled together.
"Or is it George?" Babs joked. "Could be Ginny, actually."

Right at the end of the movie, you know, when Harry and Ginny and the rest of them have grown up, I can't help but wonder if I'll ever be like that with a boy.

Dick carried me to my bed, against my protests.
"I am perfectly capable of walking myself!"
"You have a fractured ankle." He points out.
"And?"
"That's my point."

Dick's POV
Babs looks so peaceful when she sleeps. Her hair splays our from her head, like rays of sunlight, and her hands rest on her stomach. A piece of her hair land on her cheek, so I brush it off softly, and I can feel her breath on my hand.

I sit in the cave, alone. Bruce is on patrol. And Alfred is asleep. Most of the cave's lights are off. Guess I can work on my motorbike.
Babs flops down the stairs in her yellow pyjama's.
"Can I help?" She asked sleepily.
"Sure. I'm trying to-" Babs wheels under it next to me, and changes a few wires.
"There." Suddenly, there's the sound of the BatMobile, and Bruce climbs out, carrying an eleven year old boy behind him.