Re: In Person: Babs/Dick
[Dick was staring hard at the table, he kept his hand in hers and was trying to be as still as possible while she spoke. His mind raced from point to point, listening to every word she was saying and knowing she was right.
More than anything he wanted to be able to reassure her that it would work out. That everything would be fine. That he'd turned out just fine. That there were people in their lives who cared enough to help. But he also logically knew that didn't mean they would be able to.
He almost said it, he almost said exactly what he was sure he was supposed to say. He'd stop, she could do what she needed to do, and he'd do the parent thing and really, he could see it. He could see it in his mind, and it wasn't a bad life. It was a damn good life. He'd had a good run, he knew no one would hold it against him. He could stop. But that wasn't the reality. Because it wasn't just Nightwing. It was a city full of lunatics and a world full of doors and craziness.
A man. A real man would step and do that. A real man would accept it as exactly what he was supposed to do and then do absolutely anything in his power to make it right. But Dick didn't know if he could stick to anything. The only thing he had ever been able to stick to was the night job. Dick was really good at making promises he couldn't keep. Some would say he excelled at it. The intention was always there. He always, always meant to keep them. But there had only been a few he'd been able to hold onto. And if he wasn't able to hold onto this one. He'd better not make it.
He swallowed and cleared his throat.] She [it was a girl] is worth everything. [He cleared his throat again and finally looked over at her. She wasn't over thinking anything. Not as far as he was concerned.] Are we sure that keeping this baby is what we should be doing? [It was a blunt question, but it was an honest one.]