Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Oh I've been blinded

Massive thanks to Supergirl406 on this one because they helped out a lot and answered my dumbass questions

I hardly do Babs x Dick so time to rectify that 

"Nightwing, for the last time, concentrate on your mission and stop asking me to play Minecraft parodies through your earpiece," Barbara said in exasperation. Nightwing cackled at her tone, grinning from ear to ear. 

"C' mon, there's nothing happening here. It's a simple check and I've checked this place. There's not a soul around," he responded. Check up missions were so exceedingly dull. Who could blame him wanting something to entertain him. 

"You would do it if you loved me," he added coyly. She huffed loudly and he could almost hear her eye roll. "Alright, I won't ask anymore. What's got you so tense?" he asked. She normally played along a little longer than this. He was rather looking forward to the banter they shared since this would be so boring. 

"I'm not tense!" He kicked over a piece of shrapnel, wondering if he would find anything, but found nothing. Of course, he wouldn't find anything there. This Island had been empty for months! Yet here he was wandering about during the night when he could be at home patrolling his city which was ten times more fun. "Sure you're not," he said sarcastically, throwing a stone across the lot he was walking through. There used to be a small factory but it was little more than rubble now. The Young Justice team tended to have that effect on buildings. It ran through the generations. He sometimes wondered if they had a secret handbook that he didn't remember creating when he was part of the earlier group. Number one priority would be to blow up the building at some point. "Just sometimes I wish I was out there with you," she admitted.

"Oh, Babs. I didn't mean to-"

"No no, it feels better now that I've said it." There was radio silence as they both took in the gravity of her statement. It was no secret that adapting to life in a wheelchair was difficult for someone who'd been so active. Sure she'd found a new life in tech and was able to maintain her hero status but there were some things she was bound to miss. Like sitting on top of a rooftop at dawn drinking coffee whilst Nightwing showered her with praise. She missed that. Their alone time above the ground. "We could find a way to have you join me. We could make a suit or something."

"Like an Ironman suit?" she asked, partially laughing.

"Yeah! I'm sure Bats and I can get enough money together for it. We could get you little bat missiles and and-"

"Stop!" He stopped talking but that's not what she wanted to stop. He'd carried on walking. Right towards a bomb that she'd only just found.

The explosion was almost deafening on her end. Audio and visuals cut out. She gasped harshly, bring her hand up to her face and covering her mouth. Tears began to fall down her face. Could he? No this was Nightwing. He could survive it. No, he would survive it. Or else she'd kill him. "N-Nightwing?" she croaked, not ready to hear the static. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. "Dick please." Another bout of ominous silence. She felt paralyzed. Was she supposed to call this in? How could she explain that he'd died whilst trying to cheer her up? If she'd just been there in person to physically make him stop he'd be fine right now. They'd be laughing about how dumb he was to not notice the bomb. He'd be doing that cackle she loved dearly. There wouldn't be static. There wouldn't be no visuals. She'd be able to see exactly what happened to the person she loved. "This is officially worse than a hangover," he slurred. She laughed in relief and rolled closer to her desk, quickly composing herself.