Re: Log: Dick/Babs
There was the slightest relaxing in her shoulders as he insisted he was okay with their baby. Happy, even. She knew this to be the right answer, the one she knew all along, but that hadn’t stopped her from wondering as the days and months rolled on. Maybe it was for an hour, maybe it was for a moment, maybe it was for a whole day, but she had wondered if he really wanted this. And something inside her settled, rest assured, now that he voiced it.
The rest of it didn’t leave her as assured.
Wanting children, and raising them right, had been rolled into wanting them, at least as far as Babs was concerned, and she held his gaze as she listened to him speak, only breaking as he expressed his worry about her leaving. “Dick,” now it was her time to be incredulous, “I wouldn’t run off to space forever. Sure, I thought about it, especially after this party.” She had to get back to topic eventually. “But one, it’s some months before it becomes a Reaper trap so I wouldn’t raise our kid there. And two – most importantly – I wouldn’t do that to you.” Even to her own ears, she sounded insulted at the thought.
“You and I have a lot of problems.” Understatement. “But that’s never affected our work,” she counted out one finger, “or our friendship.” She counted out another, before closing her hand. No mention of their relationship. That tended to go hand and hand with problems. Her conversation with Dinah floated back into her mind and while she could find a good enough argument against the notion of having to have two parents to raise a child properly, the same facts were also for it. Both of them had been raised mostly by one parent – one father (okay, and one Alfred) – and while their fathers had done their absolute best, them doing it alone was out of necessity, not choice. There was no reason she and Dick couldn’t raise their kid together.
Being together while doing so? Remained to be seen.
“While I get that you wanted to avoid me being mad, look at where we are now.” Her hands opened in mock exasperation. “So I’m not going to run off and raise our kid without you. I’d beat the crap out of you if you thought you could get away without being a part of their life. What else?”