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This was not how Barbara saw date night going. It’d started off innocently enough. Dick had picked her up at her place with a ridiculous bouquet of roses, then opened the wingback door of the Maybach Bruce had let him borrow for the night and drove them to the Gotham Ritz Carlton for a steak dinner in the rooftop restaurant. It could have been the red candles burning between them, but he’d never looked so handsome. She moved her arm, resting her chin on her fist as she watched him.
“What’d you think, pretty lady?” Dick asked.
“The food was amazing, but not as good as the view.”
He winked. “You ready for dessert?”
“Dick,” Barbara laughed. “I’m little worried you’re fattening me up for slaughter.”
His right hand reached for hers, placing it on the fine table cloth as the waiter bussed the table. Her fingers were wrapped up in his calloused but gentle grip, and she’d never felt anything so wondrous in her life.
“I’d never lead you into a slaughter.”
She squeezed his hand as she muttered, “I know. What’s for dessert, then, since you’re not planning on killing me?”
“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be eating flaming tiramisu that’s been dipped in gold?”
If Dick wasn’t such a charmer, she’d probably hate billionaires, and their heirs. When the dessert was rolled out to them, set on fire, and placed in front of them, her mouth began watering. Space miraculously opened up in her stomach for more. The next few minutes passed quietly between them; only the soft din of the other diners filling the room. Once they were done, Dick stood and offered his arm to her.
“Wanna get some fresh air?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, boy wonder.”
They wandered across the rooftop, both sitting on the ledge and looking out over the streets below. It was a humid summer night, the kind that made your sweat sweat. But the breeze 40 stories up helped cool their heated bodies. A few other people were walking about, peering over the edge and gasping at the drop. They quickly backed away; giving Dick and Barbara odd stares.
That was when the restaurant exploded.
Barbara was aware of the fact that Dick grabbed her arm before she realized she was falling. Fast.
“Dick!” She screamed.
“Hang on,” Dick groaned as he pulled her body to his. “Hang onto me.”
“Do you have anything?” She had to shout into his ear as the wind thundered past them.
“Do you trust me?” He shouted back.
The funny part was, 40 stories up and quickly reaching terminal velocity with no Batgear to save their hides, she did. She realized that she had trusted this goofy, impulsive, loving man since the first time they’d met next to the Batsignal, all those years ago.
“Yes.”
The ground floor awning was nearly upon them, and the wind was so loud she couldn’t hear his response.
“You picked a helluva night to have a date, pal,” Superman said as their momentum stopped.
Barbara clung to the Kryptonian. “I told him we should've gone to Metropolis.”
“Bats is heading up there now. He left your gear on top of Wayne Enterprises. Wanna go get it?” He asked as he lifted the two of them out of the range of prying ears.
“Whaddya say, Babs?”
“It’s not a date night until one of us is in costume,” She laughed.
“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” groaned Clark.