So I've been reading a ton of Young Justice and watching some of the old Batman cartoon's and this idea started to rack out my brain so I figured, eh, I'll post a one shot...

Disclaimer: I do not own anything affiliated with Batman, or Young Justice etc. I only borrowed the characters for a bit. The story line is all mine though.

Rain Check

Sixteen year old Richard 'Dick' Grayson tapped his foot impatiently outside his best friend Barbara Gordon's apartment 6A. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and he had come to pick her up so they could walk to the park and sit on their usual study bench. They had calculus and chemistry tests on Monday, and as usual, Barbara didn't understand the Calculus and Dick was having problems with the Chemistry.

Dick had been at the cave prior to coming to Babs's and as he packed up his things, Wally (as usual) teased him about "having chemistry" with Batgirl. Wally knew Batgirl's real alias as well as Nightwing's. After all, Wally was Dick's best guy friend and Barbara his best girl. The smart comment had earned Kid Flash a smack upside the head and Dick had then taken the Zeta Tube back to Gotham.

He had been trying to get Babs to open the door for the past five minutes. The commissioner had been called into the station and was working on a case with Batman. He knocked once again, and waited.

No answer.

"Hey Babs, you there?"

After receiving no answer again, he sighed. Maybe Babs forgot? No, Barbara never forgets anything... Something isn't right.

Suddenly, Dick heard a moan from the other side of the door and what sounded to be the muffled sound of his name being called. That was all he needed.

He took a bobby pin out of his pocket and picked the lock in a quick sixteen seconds. Dick ran inside the apartment and dropped his books onto the floor.

"Babs? Babs! Barbara where are you?!" He panicked as he looked around the seemingly empty apartment.

"Dick?" Barbara's voice was muffled again but he could pinpoint the direction it came from. Charging towards the bathroom, he slammed open the door to see her lying face down on the floor next to the shower.

He rolled her over and gently shook her, "Babs?"

Barbara groaned and her eyelids attempted to flutter open.

"Dick. Light."

He hurried to flick the light switch, and hurried back to her side. He pulled her halfway onto his lap, eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness, used to it after patrolling the city in the pitch black every night for four years.

She was a wearing a hot pink robe with just a pair of frilly underwear and a sports bra underneath, so it took Dick a few seconds to focus on how bad she really was. Her ashen skin was clammy and extremely warm to the touch.

Her fiery red hair had been messily pulled into a ponytail but some pieces had escaped and were now sticking to her forehead with sweat. There were bags underneath her eyes, indicating it had been a while since she had a good night's sleep. She didn't even look this bad after a double patrol.

Suddenly, she squirmed to get out of him arms. Not necessarily understanding what was going on, he let her go and she made a beeline for the toilet. The sound of retching was soon heard, and hurrying to her side, he made sure none of her escaped hair would end up in the way.

Once again, Babs collapsed to the ground, Dick being quick to catch her. With what collective strength she had left, Barbara attempted to loosen his grip on her.

"Just go Pixie Boots. Please, I don't want you to see me like this." Barbara said as she breathed heavily. Another wave of nausea overtook her and she quickly knelled above the toilet once again.

"Not a chance babe." He smirked as she glared at him.

"Please. I don't want you to see me like this... You- You'll think less of me." Babs looked down at the ground as Dick's eyes widened.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him as his blue eyes bore into her green, "Barbara Gordon. This is your best friend ever you're talking to. Me. Dick Grayson, who has seen you fall off a swing and cry about a scraped knee and take on the Joker while he's shooting a loaded gun at you. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, can change the fact that you are a beautiful, confident, sexy, and smart girl who gets sick just like everyone else. That could never make me think less of you, or think of you weak. Okay?"

"Okay."

He hugged her closer to him until she had to vomit again and helped her to the toilet.

When Commissioner Gordon came home from work late that night and saw Dick and Babs asleep on the bathroom floor, sharing a blanket and pillow, he just shook his head. He closed the door and retreated into his room to go to sleep.

Dick awoke to the sound of the commissioner shutting his door and looked down at the sleeping form of his best friend. Dick realized that they had moved subconsciously closer to each other while sleeping. Barbara had moved so that her head was resting on his chest, one arm wrapped around his waist. One of his arms was resting comfortably behind his head to support them both and the other had snaked its way around her slim waist.

Dick took the arm arm around her waist and used it to check her forehead for her temperature. It feels like it's coming down... He placed his arm back to where it had been and bent his head down to kiss her forehead. Barbara stirred slightly, a smile gracing her features as she snuggled closer to him.

Dick smiled and closed his eyes to drift back off to sleep. I'm so lucky to have Babs in my life.

The next morning Dick awoke to a migraine and the feel of clammy skin. He barely had time to feel bad about awakening Babs so suddenly as he spun around to retch into the toilet. She was at his side in an instant, putting her arm reassuringly around his waist.

As he panted, he looked at her with a gleam in his eyes, "I think we're both going to need a rain check on that study date."

"Sure thing Boy Blunder." She smirked, and rolled her eyes, amazed how he could still be sarcastic in this situation.

They were lucky to have each other in times like these.

~fin

Thoughts? Should I write some more one shots?