Paradise

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"Oh, pookey wookie, this is such a great idea coming here!"

Barbara Gordon snuggled deeper into Bruce Wayne's embrace and stared adoringly up at him. He was her East, her West, her very essence of LIFE.

He smelled faintly of flowers.

This was to be the perfect vacation. There were just two people who were getting away from it all. The all-seeing press, their families, and the frigid winter currently menacing Gotham City. Bermuda was the perfect getaway for two people newly in love.

And for two people investigating the new source of heroin making an inroads with the local Gotham gangs.

"It is beautiful, sweetums!"

Yes, just two people and the small, over-seeing voice in her ear who was currently giggling his fool head off.

Oh, she was going to kill Dick when she got back home. It was bad enough that she was the only one available and suited to this type of sting operation, being female, but she really shouldn't have to put up with him mocking her in here ear.

"I'm SURE the people at home are devastated not being here!"

"Oh, we're really not. Me and Tim? Mostly just hugely entertained."

She bit her lip and tried to look suitably simpering. "We'll just HAVE to get them something really special, Brucie!"

She almost snickered at the way Bruce's face froze on that moniker. She knew it was only the thirty plus years of perfect acting experience that let him grin brilliantly at her instead.

"Of course, darling. Something very appropriate."

That sent Dick of on another peal of giggles.

She ramped up her cutesey smile an extra level and tried to look adoring at the man next to her. For real, she deserved an Oscar. If she made it out of this hellacious investigation, she deserved a vacation. A long one. That was fully paid for. She made a mental note to bill Bruce for it before running screaming for the airport.

"It's so beautiful!"

And then he kissed her.

She couldn't help but flinch a little bit. Bruce was KISSING her. Oh, God. Okay, so he didn't taste bad or anything, but. It was BRUCE.

Because she knew he could take it, she really didn't pull the punch to the solar plexus.

Happily, he got the hint. The smile he shot her was only a little bit pained, but the arm that wrapped back around her shoulder was iron. Whatever, he could be as pissed as he wanted but, he'd kissed her. With is LIPS.

"What happened? What's going on? Babs? You went quiet there..."

And Dick listening in.

"Are we ready to go upstairs now, honey?" Bruce was back to concentrating on the concierge.

"Sure, sweetie!"

"Oh, that's wrong."

"Then let's go."

Oh, she was going to kill herself before this was over.

-fin-

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