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Chapter Three
Crash Into Me
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Barbara raised a hand off the wheel to wipe away her tears. Her nose was pink and her eyes swollen, her mouth was dry and begging for water.

For ten minutes she'd been driving, unable to control her tears. For ten minutes she'd thought of all the reasons he'd been right. For ten minutes she'd thought of how they'd be better off without complicating things.

But she wasn't buying it anymore.

She glared at the road ahead of her; her hands tightened around the wheel. Barbara did a u-turn and the car tires skidded on the asphalt.

"Let's see you talk your way out of THIS one, Bruce Wayne."

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It was funny how quickly she lost her resolve the moment she saw him. He was still sitting at his desk, signing papers. He looked up at her when she burst through the door, seeming rather caught off guard by her sudden entrance.

"Barbara," Bruce began, his voice laced with disappointment "I thought-"

"Don't 'Barbara' me!" She interrupted and surprised herself with how angry she sounded. She hobbled over to him and dropped the crutches, leaning her hands against the front of his desk. "You look me in the eyes and you tell me that kiss didn't mean anything to you. You look me in the eyes and you tell me that I don't mean anything to you! You look me in the eyes, Bruce Wayne, and you tell me I'm not worth your time!"

He blinked slowly, unsurely at her. "You…you don't want me to do that."

She shook her head and let go of the desk. "You're right," she said, her voice much softer than before. "I don't." Barbara chuckled ironically. "I don't want you to be able to say those things. I want you to say that I mean something to you. That you're willing to put your fears aside and just let me in. But most of all," she caught his gaze and smiled at him, "I want you to let me love you."

Barbara reached for her fallen crutches and steadied herself. With a sigh and another shake of the head she said, "No matter what you do, Bruce, or how tough you act, it isn't going to change how I feel about you. I love you," she shrugged. "Whether you can deal with it or not, I love you."

Awkwardly, she started walking out of the study. "And I think we'd be great together."

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Bruce watched her leave, terribly confused.

What…just happened?

It was five minutes after her departure before he was able to get to his feet and walk out of the study. She was long gone. And he supposed that was a good thing, considering he still didn't know exactly what happened.

"Uh, Bruce," a young voice started from behind him. He turned around to see Tim standing in the hallway, smirking. "I think that was your pigeon coming back to you."

Bruce narrowed his eyes at his young ward. "How's your report on Theodore Roosevelt coming, Tim?"

Tim sighed and dug his toes into the carpet. "I'll go finish it," he whimpered. Slumping his shoulders he walked to the stairwell, and mumbled, "Theodore Roosevelt, youngest president in U.S. history…"

Bruce watched him leave, terribly confused.

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Barbara sunk further into the warm bubble bath water. She sighed, and the bubbles parted. She had thought taking a candle lit bubble bath would make her feel better. She had also thought, at one point in her life, that true love actually existed and would conquer all in the end. Apparently, she had thought wrong on both counts.

She pulled the stopper out of the drain and grabbed her towel. Barbara grabbed her robe off the metal hanger on the door and wrapped herself in it. She limped out of the bathroom and into the rest of her one room apartment, running her fingers through her wet hair like a comb. White specks of light in the darkness caught her attention.

Eyes.

Barbara turned on the lamp by her couch. She gasped despite herself. "How did you get in here?"

Batman stepped out of the darkness, walking towards her slowly.

"Stupid question, I guess," Barbara said, more to herself than her visitor. She pulled the robe tighter around her body, suddenly self-conscious. "A better one would be: why are you here?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he kept approaching slowly, making Barbara more and more self-conscious. He grasped her upper arms, and Barbara's eyes went wide. She could feel his breath on her face while he just stood there, staring down at her from behind his mask.

She raised her shaking hands and gently pushed the mask off, exposing Bruce's beautiful gray-blue eyes. Bruce swallowed hard, and rested his forehead against hers.

"I'm willing," he began, his voice low and quiet, "to give us a try, if you are."

Barbara laughed. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

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The Epilogue
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Commissioner James Gordon sat in his regular booth at Sal's Diner, his face in a newspaper. He clutched his fingers around his warm cup of coffee and sniffed at an article about the Batman. Apparently the new reporter wasn't too fond of masked vigilantes, even if said vigilantes broke up illegal arms rings.

He turned the page and raised his mug to his lips, sipping at the steaming hot coffee. Sal made the best coffee in town. Better than that franchise crap they were selling at every corner by far.

Jim checked his watch. His daughter had called him last night, asking if they could meet for breakfast at Sal's. She had something she wanted to tell him that she just had to do in person. And she was now ten minutes late.

He sighed and went back to his paper. Page three had an article discussing whether or not violence in the media affected children. Jim had almost finished the article when a gentle hand on his shoulder pulled him away.

"Daddy?"

Jim looked up and smiled behind his mustache at his daughter. "Good morning, sweetheart." He jumped to his feet and kissed her cheek. "You look beautiful."

"Oh," Barbara grinned tucked a strand of her fiery red hair behind her ear. "Thank you. But, well, Daddy, I kind of had an ulterior motive for asking you to breakfast…" She glanced passed him and waved someone forward. "There's someone I want to introduce you to."

Jim crossed his arms against his chest, nodding. "All right." He turned and his eyes widened when he saw just who Barbara was waving towards them.

"I think you know Bruce Wayne, Daddy." She said, the billionaire holding out a hand for the Commissioner to shake.

Jim nodded. "Of course," he said, shaking the man's hand. "It's good to see you again, Bruce."

"Likewise, Jim." He greeted.

"Bruce is," Barbara began while they were still shaking hands, "my, um…my boyfriend, Daddy."

Commissioner Gordon's face fell. He let go of Bruce's hand, his dark eyes narrowing accusingly. Professionally speaking, Jim didn't mind the billionaire. He donated a lot of money every year to support the police force. Personally speaking, Jim minded very much the playboy billionaire dating his daughter, who was HALF his age.

Different ways he could afflict physical pain onto the billionaire danced before the Commissioner's eyes. But when Barbara took hold of her new boyfriends hand and smiled from ear to ear, he stopped thinking about hurting Bruce. He realized he hadn't seen his daughter smile quite like that in a very long time.

Jim clasped a hand on Bruce's upper arm. "Sit down, Son. I'll get you a cup of coffee. Sal makes the best cup of joe in town."


The End.