Barbara leant back on the couch, watching Dick, her laptop balanced on her knee. Dick was sitting cross-legged on the floor, pouring intently over the printouts. She was worried about him – the cowl of the Bat sat too heavily on him. He use to laugh, he use to smile but now...
Dick reached from the thick red marker, crossing out a day on the calendar.
“Should I ask?” She prompted gently.
Dick took a long breath, still not looking up. “That’s the day I stop waiting. If Tim hasn’t found any proof by then...” he let the sentence hang.
“He needs to follow his instincts Dick.” She tried, copping the full force of a bat-glare, not that it had ever had much effect on her.
“He needs to accept the truth. Bruce is dead. We’re on our own. He has till then. If he can’t prove otherwise I’m dragging him home for good.”
Babs eyed her lover come brother come leader with equal parts worry and distain and hoped like hell Tim was right. If Dick remained Batman too much longer, there may be nothing of him left to love.
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DCU, Marking time.
Date: 2010-02-18 10:12 pm (UTC)Dick reached from the thick red marker, crossing out a day on the calendar.
“Should I ask?” She prompted gently.
Dick took a long breath, still not looking up. “That’s the day I stop waiting. If Tim hasn’t found any proof by then...” he let the sentence hang.
“He needs to follow his instincts Dick.” She tried, copping the full force of a bat-glare, not that it had ever had much effect on her.
“He needs to accept the truth. Bruce is dead. We’re on our own. He has till then. If he can’t prove otherwise I’m dragging him home for good.”
Babs eyed her lover come brother come leader with equal parts worry and distain and hoped like hell Tim was right. If Dick remained Batman too much longer, there may be nothing of him left to love.