Ugh. Which is to say...ugh.

[aflyinggrayson]

Twenty minutes have passed since Dick told Barbara he would call her about the return of Batman. That is to say, the return of the guy that really belonged in the suit of the Dark Knight and not the young poser who'd rather be snapping off smart-ass comments and rocking the Nightwing costume

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[themightyoracle]

It took her nearly twenty minutes to get into the tub, so she doesn't have to look at her phone to know who it is, even if Paramore's 'My Hero' weren't announcing Dick's caller ID. The call has been re-routed securely through to her cell phone, it's signal scrambled, and it's only after opening the connection via bluetooth that the tightness in her chest loosens.

Barbara can't really say why she feels so anxious; maybe things just seem too good to be true. They could use the good luck, but it's difficult not to be paranoid about it.

"Hey, Stud Wonder," she sighs, trying to relax. "So, what's new?"

[aflyinggrayson]

"Hey, gorgeous. That the splash of water I hear in the background?"

[themightyoracle]

She grins. "It is, actually. I've been sitting in the chair too long. I was starting to take root and petrify. I'm all stiff."

[aflyinggrayson]

"Gee, me too," he says with an undertone of double entendre more habit than anything. He then sighs and queries more quietly, "So how are you doing, Babs?"

Hours later....

[aflyinggrayson]

Dick stirs from where he fell asleep holding Barbara, being held by Barbara. His first real thought? Hey...he's in bed with a gorgeous woman...maybe he should do something about that.

His second thought is that his knee is now the size of Pluto and he won't be doing anything about the beautiful redhead anytime soon. "Argmgrmph," he mutters.