Disclaimer: All characters, including Nightwing, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Oracle, Timothy Drake, Robin and others used in this fan fiction are property of DC Comics. *** Never Doubt The One You Love By Cim (aerojoejet22@hotmail.com) *** "I know Babs. But, I NEED this favor!" He shouted over his computer. "All right, Boy Wonder. Just this once. I'll hack in to the Bludhaven police force files." "Be sure to tell me my score." Dick shouted. "No problem," Babs yelled back. Dick's computer turned off. It was after-hours. HIS hours. He put on his costume the same as every night. This night was different though. Tim asked for his help on a case bust going down tonight. "I'm glad he looks up to me," He whispered to himself as he flew from his window and felt his grappling hook tighten as it lost all slack. It took Dick a good twenty minutes to meet up in the ringdove point that they'd set up. But he felt his relief strengthen as he saw the green tights with the binoculars following their targets in to a building. "Timothy, Timothy, where have you been all my life?" Nightwing laughed as he sat next to the new boy wonder. "Somewhere in between sanity and Bruce's partner," he answered. Dick laughed. He knew how Tim felt. "They're going to be in there for a while," Tim stated. "Does it matter how long they're in there? We have all night." "Dick, may I ask you a question?" Tim asked. "Yeah, sure. You know you can ask me anything. It's not like you can ask the big man," Dick responded. "What's love like?" As Tim said those words, he turned on a recorder on his belt. He thought he'd keep this advice on record if he ever needed it. "What, you think you're in love?" "Nah! Just out of curiosity," Tim asked. "Well, I've had two different experiences with love. Let's start with lesson one. Love is the greatest thing if the opposite person loves you back. If she doesn’t, love's the worst thing that could ever happen too you. In my first experience, I was loved back by Kory. I cared extremely deeply for her, as I know she did for me. And even though we called it off in the end, it was possibly the greatest period of my life being with her." Dick ended. "What about the second experience?" Tim asked. "Well, the second experience is the worse of the two. You see, when you love someone, you always love that person. No matter what. That's what makes the second experience so hard. In my case, I love that person so much it hurts. And for you to give you nothing in return it hurts. It hurts even more when you're still trying. It hurts here," Dick said, pointing to his heart as he said it. A tear trickled past his mask, which he quickly wiped away. "Who's that person?" Tim asked quietly. "You know her. All to well. It tares me apart. She's my greatest ally." "Babs," Tim finished. "Yeah. I guess everyone thought she loved me back." "You love her a lot huh," Tim asked. "She owns her own corner of my heart. It's like a parking spot. It says "Reserved for Babs" right on it. Maybe, I'm just not the right guy for her. Look, here comes the competition," Dick said pointing to the building across the street. Sure enough, ten men left the building. Tim had already taken the liberty of emptying their cars tires, as well as ripping out the starters. "I'll start," Tim said as he threw a smoke bomb in between the ten of them. Quickly shots rang out as the men made the jump and began their mission. Dick took out three with a helicopter spin kick handstand. Tim used his staff to take out three more men momentarily. That is, until he gave them each a good bonk over the head. Two of the men began firing shots. Tim knocked down one of the shots with his staff and dodged the second one. The other three made a run for the car. When they realized the car wasn't going to start. They each made a run for it. Dick took out two with a Bata rang, while Tim took down the last of them with an instant poison dart. "Good job big man," Tim said "Good job little man," Dick said in return. They packed up their catch and pack up for home. Tim began his walk. He knew where he was going. He remembered what Dick said to him. How it hurt him that Babs didn't love him. How it tore him in to pieces. How much more it hurt when it was still going on… "Who is it?" a woman's voice yelled over the intercom. "Tim," he answered. "Tim who?" "Robin," Quickly she let him in. Babs was surprised that she had finally gotten a good lead on who he was. She'd research kids named Tim later. She let him in, and was surprised to see him in regular clothing. "What brings you in to my neck of the woods, Rob…" "Timothy. Timothy Drake. Babs I wish I could come under better terms," "What's this about, Tim?" She asked. He sighed deeply. "It's about Dick. Dick & you to be precise." He answered. "What about Dick and me?" she asked. "I need you to listen to this conversation Dick and I had last night," He stated. "Listen, I'm not going to deal with this "you should be together" shit," she started. "Babs just listen to the recording." Tim pulled out the D.A.T recording from the night before and placed it in Babs' computer. The recording began. Babs listened as Dick described love to the young boy. Then she almost felt the change in the tone of Dick's voice on the recording. "In my case, I love that person so much it hurts. And for you to give you nothing in return it hurts. It hurts even more when you're still trying. It hurts here," Dick said. "Who's that person?" "You know her. All to well. It tares me apart. She's my greatest ally." "Babs." "Yeah. I guess everyone thought she loved me back." "You love her a lot huh." "She owns her own corner of my heart. It's like a parking spot. It says "Reserved for Babs" right on it. Maybe, I'm just not the right guy for her." Tim stopped the D.A.T there. Babs stared blankly, searching for an answer for what she just heard. "Babs. Do you love him, or not? Give him a straight answer so either he could move on, or give you another shot. It's tarring him up inside…" Tim ended. "I'll handle the situation. You run along Tim," Babs spoke like he was two. "No! I want to know whether your playing him like a violin or what. I'm not leaving here until I get an answer." "I'm just not ready…" "BULLSHIT you're not ready. It's a yes or no answer. Now hurry up," Babs took a deep breath. Looks like someone wasn't buying her routine. "You're afraid to commit, huh. So you'll let Dick feel like he's not good enough for you. Or that you deserve better. You're killing him! I'm outta here, Bitch!" Tim ran out before Babs could answer. He was right. She was afraid to commit. Afraid Dick would get bored with her fast. Even that little disk of information wasn't enough to convince her of anything. Babs pondered the situation. Suddenly her lights went out. "Impossible. I run off a private generator. What's going on here?" Suddenly footsteps surround her sense of hearing. A punch landed on her face. Chloroform covered her mouth. She began to hold her breath. The hand fell off her mouth. Babs took this opportunity to turn on the emergency generators. It provided her with some lights. She saw the black and blue figure she'd grown to love kicking some military ass. She watched his grace as he knocked out everyone in the room. "Babs, hit the self destruct button on your consol!" "Why?" "The military's got thirty guys outside wanting your computer. Blow the fucking thing up." She pushed the button and entered the code. Dick grabbed her around her waist and went over to the window. He shot out a grappling hook. They swung gracefully through the air, avoiding gunshots as the air stung their cheeks. Babs felt a sharp pain in her head, knocking her unconscious. In the meantime, Dick managed to get to his car. "Home," he said. With gunfire at his heels, he managed to outmaneuver their countless efforts. He changed the face of his car and his plate with the push of a button at a corner. They'd escaped. "Jeez Babs, that brick hit you in the head hard." He began to bandage her head as the car drove the two of them toward Dick's house. When they arrived at his house, Dick told the car to go back to the garage. He had the unfortunate job of carrying Babs up the stairs. "Alright Mrs. Gordon, let me get you inside." He placed her on the bed and left the room to get her an ice pack and a thermometer. "Okay. Temperature time," he said as he stuck it underneath her tongue. "102.4. Babs, you got a fever," he said as he placed the ice pack underneath her head. "Well, this Boy Wonder's got to skip work tomorrow to tak…" He stopped as he noticed breathing had stopped. "Oh shit! Fuck no!" Quickly, Dick ran and got recessetation panels. He rubbed them together and pushed them on to her bare chest. "Nothing. Come on Babs!" He repeated the process. He felt for her pulse. Weak, but there. A tear came out of his eye. "I…thought I was going… to lose you." Dick pulled himself up a chair and began his trek to stay up all night. Babs woke up around three am. Immediately, she felt her head. Yes, large ass bump. She remembered why she was here. "Stupid ass military. Got to bust my ass," she stopped suddenly as she pick up Dick's voice in the other room. "God, I know we don't talk much. Well, not since Jason died. And I haven't asked many favors in the past. Well God, I need one here. You see there is someone I love very dearly in the other room. Someone I need to be alive. I know you don't usually give personal favors to people. But after all the people I've saved, helped, or whatever, all I want is this one person in return. Please, I need this person. Amen." He ended his plea for her life. Babs sat in her bed motionless. Then she acted like she'd just woken up. "D…ick!" He ran in. First he looked up at the sky and waved his fist at it in joy. Then he helped her. "I need a wheelchair." Dick shook his head. It's the bed for you, Missy. I al most lost you last night. And with a temperature of 102, you got another thing coming…" He stopped. She'd fallen a sleep. "Speaking of sleep." He climbed on to his own couch and drifted away in to nothingness. She awoke. "Two AM! Jesus, I almost slept for an entire day." "23 hours to be exact," Dick corrected her as he came in. She noticed he was carrying the same type of wheelchair she used. "Ta Da. Went out and got it this mourning!" Quickly, she climbed out of bed and in to the chair. "Ah. Now that's better. OMG, Diana. She's in the African Congo on the run. I have to…" "All ready taken care of. She's safe and sound and the mission is more then complete." "Oh. Well. Now that my entire system is out the window, let me make sure I collect on that insurance." For once, the insurance agency didn't give her a problem. "Well, that handles that," She said. She began her way through an open doorway. Everything was normal except Dick's house had those wooden humps at every doorway. Babs flew, landing on Dick. They sat motionless for a few seconds. Mere centimeters from each other. Babs made the first move. "Um…Sorry, Grayson." "Don't worry…about it." Dick kissed her slowly. Babs at first didn't react at all, but then responded. Dick broke it off. "Sorry Babs. I guess…" He didn't get to finish as Babs kissed him again. For an entire minute they kissed non-stop. Dick broke it off. He picked up Babs and carried her toward his bed. "Sorry, but the floor was starting to hurt my back. They started to kiss again. Babs slowly removed Dick's shirt. His muscles tensed at her cold hands, but soon loosened. His beautify developed body stood and held her close to his own. "Babs, I don't want to force you in to anything." "No. I'm doing this for me. Not you." He removed Babs' shirt to reveal her breasts. Dick had removed her bra earlier to save her life. He let his fingers slide up and down her left breast until her nipple was completely erect. He then took it into his mouth and began massaging it with his tongue. Babs felt pleasure inside of her body that'd been a sleep too long awaken. She felt the over coming urge to remove his pants, which she did. His boxers revealed that he was all set. "Take me Dick." "Now?" "Oh yes. Right now." He removed her panties and pants. He saw her waiting snatch soaked in her bodily fluids. He removed his boxers and thrust in to her. "Tell me if you want to stop at any time." He began to thrust in to her repeated times. To Barbara's surprise and liking she was very much able to feel him. Dick began to quicken the rhythm. He thrust deeper and more rapidly. Babs used the wall to time his approach and to increase her pleasure. "Faster! Harder! Take me Dick!" Grayson came right there. Babs did as well. Both of them laid on bed, proud and exhausted from their dirty work. "I love you, Dick Grayson." "I love you too, Barbara Gordon." The End