Dick Grayson one shots

If it was me instead of you P2

As requested by 0RandomFanficReader0

Babs climbed through the bedroom window. She grabbed some loose sweats and a t-shirt, letting out a breath as she peeled off her kevlar suit and replaced it with the soft fabric.

She threw her hair up into a messy bun as she made her way to the kitchen, pausing when she noticed the sterile smell in the room. Dick must've done some cleaning to try and win her over. 'Nice try wonder boy,' she thought to herself, grabbing a banana and plopping down at the kitchen table.

A newspaper sitting on the counter caught her attention. She grabbed it, nibbling on her banana as she read the page it had been opened to.

"Crap," she mumbled. She needed to apologize to Dick. She hadn't been thinking when she'd gotten mad at him earlier. Of course he wouldn't go off and kiss some random woman... that wasn't like him at all. "Hey Dick?" She called, walking around the apartment.

No answer.

Assuming he'd gone back to his own apartment she pulled out her phone, selecting his contact and waiting as the phone began ringing.

Dick's ringtone played from the living room, his phone glowing up from the couch.

Babs started feeling uneasy, but she couldn't quite place the reason for the feeling. Dick had left his phone at her apartment close to a hundred times.

Not being able to shake the feeling, she pulled out her phone and dialed Bruce's number, breathing a sigh of relief when he answered. "Hey Bruce, do you know where Dick is? He left his phone at my place," she said.

There was a moment of silence before Bruce answered. "He's in the intensive care unit at Gotham hospital," he said, his voice taking a strange tone.

Neither of them said anything for a few moments. "What?" Babs asked, terror rising up in her chest.

"You don't know?" Bruce asked. "He was shot by the joker... your father received a note written in Dick's blood... Joker... he was trying to kill you."

The phone slipped from Barbara's hand and clattered on the floor. Joker had gone after her... but found Dick instead. She reached down and grabbed the phone, nausea swirling in her stomach. "I-is he okay?" She asked, her voice shaking as the sterile smell in the small apartment began to take on an entirely different meaning.

"Some of your neighbors got him help before he died..." Bruce paused, releasing a shaky breath. "But... but he... they don't think he'll ever walk again," he said, voice cracking with emotion.

"No," Babs mumbled. She nearly fell onto the couch, tears trailing down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Bruce said, ending the call.

Babs wiped the tears roughly from her face. If she'd only been there... if only she'd listened to Dick when he'd tried to tell her he hadn't done anything wrong... maybe he wouldn't be in the hospital right now... maybe he'd still be able to walk.

She sat on the couch for a moment in shock before grabbing her car keys and walking out the door.

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Babs sat in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs she loathed, her fingers intwined with Dick's.

She took in the pallor of his skin, the worried crease between his brows that sleep couldn't seem to erase.

Dick's hand twitched, and his eyes fluttered open. His breath hitched when he saw Babs sitting next to him, his gaze immediately dropping to his lap.

"How are you feeling Dickie?" She asked sheepishly, not knowing what to say to someone whose whole world had seemingly collapsed.

Dick let out a sad laugh. "Can't feel a thing," he mumbled.

Barbara's heart seemed to squeeze in her chest when she heard the dark joke. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

Dick sucked in a shuddering breath. "You don't have to be sorry," he replied.

"It was supposed to be me... if I'd only been there instead of off pouting..." she said.

"What?" Dick asked, his voice raising slightly. "You could've gotten shot instead of me?"

Babs glared at the floor, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "I'd have a lot less to lose," she whispered, a tear running down her cheek.

Dick looked down at his useless legs, Barbara's words sinking deep into his soul...

Nightwing... gone.

Trapeze... gone.

Barbara...

"You... you should go," Dick mumbled, his voice shaking.

"What?" Babs asked, gaze firmly locked on Dick's face once again.

"I... I don't think this is going to work anymore," he whispered, rubbing roughly at the tears trailing their way down his cheeks. "You deserve someone better than this... someone who's not... not a cripple."

Babs was silent for a long moment. "Dick," she finally breathed, watching as the man tensed as if expecting her to agree with what he'd said... to stand up... to be another thing he'd lost because of the Joker. "You're everything to me. I don't care if you have working legs or not. You're perfect to me just the way you are."

Dick brought his gaze over to meet her eyes, hope shining through the tears. "You... you mean that?" He whispered.

"100%. We're in this together. Whatever comes next... I'll be right there at your side," she replied, leaning over the hospital bed to place a sweet kiss on Dick's lips.

Dick smiled softly, his first smile since he'd found out about his legs.

Though the future might look bleak he knew he'd be able to face it with Barbara by his side.