First off, happy late birthday to Dick Grayson.
Secondly, the story...
Barbara opened her locker only for it to be shut again سے طرف کی her best friend, Dick Grayson. With a heavy sigh she glared at him and proceeded to open her locker once more.
"Do آپ know what دن it is?" Dick asked her with a hint of hope in his voice.
"December fourth. Why?" Barbara replied as she fiddled around in the confines of her locker for her textbook.
"It's three days after my birthday and..." Dick started.
"And you're wondering when آپ will get your present from me," Barbara finished for him along with the slam of her locker door. "I can tell آپ that آپ will get your present when the time is right, but if آپ keep pushing the subject آپ can forget about it until Christmas." With that Barbara walked off to her اگلے class leaving a very disappointed Dick Grayson.
The rest of the دن went سے طرف کی slow and painful for Dick as he thought of what the present might be. One the other hand, Barbara enjoyed having the control of Dick's actions in the palm of her hand.
After the final bell, Barbara packed her things and walked to meet up with Dick at his locker. Soon a sly smile creeped on her lips as she walked up behind the distracted raven haired boy. She slowly walked up behind him like a lion stalking its prey. Then she pounced exclaiming "boo" making Dick jump nearly five feet in the air. Dick turned to meet face to face with the smiling red head.
"What the hell, Babs?" He asked trying to cover up his reaction.
"Awe, is the former Boy Wonder afriad of one little word?" Barbara fake pouted with her taunt only to recieve a playful مککا, عجیب الخلقت in the arm. Dick then packed his bag while dodging her glare at him.
"So, Gordon, want to hang out at my place today?" Dick asked her like he does every other day.
"Sure, Grayson," she replied with a playful مککا, عجیب الخلقت of payback from the one that she received earlier.
Once in Wayne Manor with mugs of hot chocolate in hands, the two made their way to the media room to "do homework." They plopped down on the comfy, plush couch. Dick reached for the remote and changed it to their پسندیدہ TV show, NCIS. Like most Tuesdays on the USA channel it was a marathon, and like most episodes they have already seen the one دکھانا and watched it anyways. Only five منٹ in did they decide that the wife kill her husband, the dead petty officer.
"Babs?" Dick asked for her attention.
"Dick?" She replied with him knowing that he had her attention.
"Can I tell آپ something?" Dick asked hesitantly.
"I don't know can آپ tell me something?" Barbara teased at his improper grammer. He just ignored her and continued, "Ever since my family's... tradic moment, not only have their birthdays been hard, but mine too. I just miss them and," he sighed, "I just miss them."
Barbara looked into his cool blue eyes studying him before pulling him into a hug. Dick then burried his face in her copper hair and shoulder taking in the baby powder sent of her detergent. When she pulled away his دل sank. Barbara reached down into her school bag and pulled out a small box wraped in candy cane wrapping paper. She then thrusted the box into Dick's hand saying, "Happy late birthday, Dick."
"What kind of 'right moment' were آپ looking for, Babs?" He asked refering to what she کہا that morning as he opened the wrapping paper.
"An honest one," she simply replied as she watched his face when he opened the box to reveal a small velvet box.
"Babs, just what I wanted!" Dick exclaimed sarcastically. "Another box!" With that she just rolled her eyes as he proceded to opened the velvet box. His eyes widened when he saw the content of the box. Inside wedged between foam was a small سونا ring with a repeating pattern of a robin.
"It's a replica of your mother's bracelet that آپ gave her the دن that she and your folks died. Except instead of a bracelet it's, well a ring for آپ to wear to honor her and your family," Barbara explained to him. Dick pulled her into a برداشت, ریچھ hug as silent tears came down his eyes.
"Thank you," Dick murmured into Barbara's neck. "I love it."
He truely did love that ring and wore it everyday since. The ring turned out to be his wedding band when they got married years later.
Secondly, the story...
Barbara opened her locker only for it to be shut again سے طرف کی her best friend, Dick Grayson. With a heavy sigh she glared at him and proceeded to open her locker once more.
"Do آپ know what دن it is?" Dick asked her with a hint of hope in his voice.
"December fourth. Why?" Barbara replied as she fiddled around in the confines of her locker for her textbook.
"It's three days after my birthday and..." Dick started.
"And you're wondering when آپ will get your present from me," Barbara finished for him along with the slam of her locker door. "I can tell آپ that آپ will get your present when the time is right, but if آپ keep pushing the subject آپ can forget about it until Christmas." With that Barbara walked off to her اگلے class leaving a very disappointed Dick Grayson.
The rest of the دن went سے طرف کی slow and painful for Dick as he thought of what the present might be. One the other hand, Barbara enjoyed having the control of Dick's actions in the palm of her hand.
After the final bell, Barbara packed her things and walked to meet up with Dick at his locker. Soon a sly smile creeped on her lips as she walked up behind the distracted raven haired boy. She slowly walked up behind him like a lion stalking its prey. Then she pounced exclaiming "boo" making Dick jump nearly five feet in the air. Dick turned to meet face to face with the smiling red head.
"What the hell, Babs?" He asked trying to cover up his reaction.
"Awe, is the former Boy Wonder afriad of one little word?" Barbara fake pouted with her taunt only to recieve a playful مککا, عجیب الخلقت in the arm. Dick then packed his bag while dodging her glare at him.
"So, Gordon, want to hang out at my place today?" Dick asked her like he does every other day.
"Sure, Grayson," she replied with a playful مککا, عجیب الخلقت of payback from the one that she received earlier.
Once in Wayne Manor with mugs of hot chocolate in hands, the two made their way to the media room to "do homework." They plopped down on the comfy, plush couch. Dick reached for the remote and changed it to their پسندیدہ TV show, NCIS. Like most Tuesdays on the USA channel it was a marathon, and like most episodes they have already seen the one دکھانا and watched it anyways. Only five منٹ in did they decide that the wife kill her husband, the dead petty officer.
"Babs?" Dick asked for her attention.
"Dick?" She replied with him knowing that he had her attention.
"Can I tell آپ something?" Dick asked hesitantly.
"I don't know can آپ tell me something?" Barbara teased at his improper grammer. He just ignored her and continued, "Ever since my family's... tradic moment, not only have their birthdays been hard, but mine too. I just miss them and," he sighed, "I just miss them."
Barbara looked into his cool blue eyes studying him before pulling him into a hug. Dick then burried his face in her copper hair and shoulder taking in the baby powder sent of her detergent. When she pulled away his دل sank. Barbara reached down into her school bag and pulled out a small box wraped in candy cane wrapping paper. She then thrusted the box into Dick's hand saying, "Happy late birthday, Dick."
"What kind of 'right moment' were آپ looking for, Babs?" He asked refering to what she کہا that morning as he opened the wrapping paper.
"An honest one," she simply replied as she watched his face when he opened the box to reveal a small velvet box.
"Babs, just what I wanted!" Dick exclaimed sarcastically. "Another box!" With that she just rolled her eyes as he proceded to opened the velvet box. His eyes widened when he saw the content of the box. Inside wedged between foam was a small سونا ring with a repeating pattern of a robin.
"It's a replica of your mother's bracelet that آپ gave her the دن that she and your folks died. Except instead of a bracelet it's, well a ring for آپ to wear to honor her and your family," Barbara explained to him. Dick pulled her into a برداشت, ریچھ hug as silent tears came down his eyes.
"Thank you," Dick murmured into Barbara's neck. "I love it."
He truely did love that ring and wore it everyday since. The ring turned out to be his wedding band when they got married years later.
