Re: Log: Dick/Babs
She raised a brow. She had been expecting more of a confession than anything else. Get to the immediate problem and work back. Hearing him start at the beginning, far far back in the beginning, was surprising. “You were pretty honest with me when I left,” she reminded him. “So maybe you didn’t use your words, but Dick I know you well enough. I knew how you felt about it.” And she did it anyway. As far as was concerned, it was necessary. Even now, she wouldn’t have changed leaving.
Coming back, maybe that was a different story. She had returned for Dick, news reaching her that he was hurt. She stayed because she missed Gotham, because she missed being around people she knew and understood. That didn’t necessarily make it the right choice and she sighed, her fingertips massaging her temple. “You were pretty drugged up when I came back. We didn’t get to have our heart to heart.” Not that they were much for those either. “You didn’t get a chance to tell me that you didn’t want a baby.” Maybe that wasn’t it but the words tumbled out regardless. Months of guilt over not having a serious conversation with Dick about kids welled up and came to a head. They had talked around it enough, the decision made, but they hadn’t really talked about it.
They hadn’t really talked about anything.
“So it’s time to be honest with me.” She tried to soften her stare though she doubted it was effective. “If everyone else knows a little here and there about what you’ve been feeling, I might as well get to hear it too.” She gave him a soft flicker of a smile, hardly any humor in it. She hardly had any humor in her. “Life and I will decide who gets to smack you in the face after.”