I noticed you’ve made 100k posts, well done.

It’s about the banter. No hero team and especially not the BOP is complete without the back and forth of banter.

Speaking of life comes first, there’s something I need to do. I’ll be back in an hour-ish.

I can see Dinah doing that.

Speaking of life comes first, there’s something I need to do. I’ll be back in an hour-ish.

No need to apologise. Life comes first.

And thank you, glad you liked them.

…I just imagined Barbara calling Dinah after the “date” and Dinah pretending to be all “There you are, young lady, you had me worried sick!” Before letting Barbara gush about how much better she feel.

Those both sound really cute.

Sorry about last night, I had something going on.

https://batcave.biz/reader/9985/65417

Side note, this comic has Barbara and Dick go to a circus together and it's very sweet.

(Wrote this because I thought of Barbara getting the chance to talk to Dick about everything.)

Barbara stood from her chair, taking a deep breath. she grabbed a necklace from her bedside table. it had an orange bat-like sigil attached the end of the band.

Dick watched Barbara put on her necklace, and in a brief warping of magic, Barbara was now a mature woman. The real her, Dick supposed.

“Holy-

Holding up her hand, Barbara silenced Dick. The once Boy Wonder closed his mouth, letting his friend talk.

“Before you get too excited, let me explain. This is a seven hour glamour charm, Zatanna's gift that makes me look like an adult. Once it runs out, it needs time to refresh. But it makes a few things easier. Adult conversations, you know?"

Nodding, Grayson crossed his arms.

"Neat trick. But, Barbara, I can tell you want to say something."

Barbara’s expression became serious. She sighed, a sign that this was something personal.

“Dick. Listen to me. Ever since this happened… things have been different. I’ve adjusted to that. I can handle different. Things have been different with the Birds. I can handle Bruce or my dad and even Cass sometimes. But not you. When you see me, I need you to promise me that you still see the real me.”

She held out her pinkie. Something pure, innocent, but deadly serious in its integrity.

"I want you to swear to me that you won't change the way you look at me. If we argue, you don't stop because I look younger, if we're on the field, we go one on one and watch each other's backs. Are we clear?"

There was a pregnant pause of unspoken thoughts. Then, Dick reached out and carefully locked his pinkie finger with Barbara's own. It was tender, loving.

"Clear as crystal, Babs."

Relief surged into Barbara. Oh, thank god, Thank God, he was cool with this. As the pinkie swear was released, Barbara felt her words swim out of her mouth.

"So, this charm has a good seven hours, what do two young adults with no obligations want to do for a few hours?"

"Late night walk? Stop at a 24 hour diner?"

"Give me second to dress up."

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It’s a fun idea. Good thinking.