A.N/ GODDAMN PEER PRESSURE. I got a bunch of private messages from people like GIVE US SEQUEL. So here is your goddamn sequel. xD I don't know, I don't like it! It's too... fairytale happy ending. Oh well. I expect reviews though! :P

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Richard sighed for the fourth time in sixteen minutes, staring at the counter, the cookies Alfred had left for him untouched.

It had been three days since Babs had seemingly cut off from him, leaving him alone with Artemis, who was feeling guilty, as if she were the one who made Barbara leave. Girls were so complicated!

And now he was friendless. Well, not really, but at the same time, yeah. Whenever the Team was too much for him, or he wanted to take time off from the hero business, he would call Barbara, and the two would chat for a bit, but now that was gone. And now that he thought about it, he hadn't done that in a while. When was the last time they had met up…?

The boy wonder groaned and let his head drop against the table. Everything was wrong.

Bruce watched his ward silently from the doorway, brow creased. Was Dick having trouble with the Team? No, this wasn't Robin who was upset, it was Richard. So something at school, then. He knew for a fact that his son wasn't being bullied, so what else? Something with his friends? Who did he hang out with again? Artemis… Barbara Gordon…

Oh.

The business man went to sit down across from the teenager and ruffled the boy's hair a few times. Dick lifted his head dully.

"Hey, Bruce."

"Having girl trouble?"

Richard nodded bleakly, staring at the table.

"Do you..." Bruce wasn't really comfortable, having these kinds of talks with his little bird. "Want to, you know, talk about it?"

"Not really." Dick sighed – that makes five – and started talking anyways, not able to hold it in. "So lately I've been hanging out a lot with Arty, because she knows me on the team and off so we can talk about that kind of stuff, and I haven't really talked or seen Babs at all since the Team formed, and now she won't talk to me, and three days ago she was crying." He took a deep breath, replenishing that he spent to say the previous sentence. "And I think she hates me now," he finished lamely.

Bruce digested this. "And have you tried apologizing?"

Dick gave him a dry look and left the room.

Babs groaned and buried her head in her pillow. Lying on her bed wasn't the most productive thing she could be doing, but the girl had no patience for homework, and nobody to talk to.

Her cell phone buzzed across the room, where it was charging, but Barbara couldn't drag herself up to answer it, opting instead to wait for it to stop. After about a minute, it died down, and she basked in the silence. Thirty seconds later, it rang again. The cycle repeated itself at least three times before she crawled across the bed and pulled the cable towards her, squinting at the screen.

Five missed calls, Dick Grayson.

She stared blankly at her phone, as if it were about to start doing somersaults in her hand. The redhead sighed and was about to switch it off when it started ringing.

And she really hadn't meant to. It was a reflex. When a phone is ringing in your hand, you answer it, right? In any case, for whatever reason, Barbara had answered the phone and was now in contact with Dick.

"Hello?"

"Babs? It's me." He sounded kind of desperate, behind his usual voice. Good.

"How was the interview with Artemis?" she asked waspishly.

"Huh? What – oh, right, um, cool. Uh, listen, I just wanted to talk to you-"

"Well, I guess you got what you wanted then. No need to press on now." Ignoring the frantic calls of 'Babs, no, hang on-!' the girl hung up. For a few seconds, she merely looked at the phone serenely.

Then she chucked it across the room and buried her face in her pillow.

The romantic version of things is that the boy appears outside of the girl's window, or underneath her balcony, and reveals his undying love to her.

The realistic version of things is that the boy shows up in her apartment, because fourteen stories is just a tad high for voices to carry, wet with the rain, and admits that he's a vigilante and on a team with a bunch of super powered sidekicks.

"And that's why I've been busy all the time, and we don't see each other in the afternoons – and Artemis is on the Team, too, which is why she hangs out with me, and I swear that I didn't mean to ignore you, or anything – and I'm just really sorry I didn't tell you, Babs." He flopped back onto her bed, exhaling slowly.

Babs watched him, frowning slightly. "Why didn't you tell me? We've been best friends since… forever."

"I wasn't allowed to." Even to Dick, it sounded weak. "I'm still not allowed to. Batman doesn't know I told you."

"Is Batman Bruce?" When Dick didn't answer, that was reply enough.

"Do you forgive me?" the boy wonder pleaded.

Barbara sighed and watched him. He looked miserable. She looked miserable.

"You're doing the face," she whined. "I can't resist the face!" The commissioner's daughter buried her face in her hands, but Richard laughed, knowing that it was a joke.

He wasn't properly forgiven yet, he knew that, but the two were friends again. And things would be rocky for the first weeks, and it was strange having someone who wasn't on the Team know. The lack of secrets, however, helped smooth out the lumps in their relationship, and the dynamic duo was back together in no time. And, hey, let's be crazy – maybe one day, he and Babs might even go out together. As a couple.

Wally would have a field day.

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