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Dick Grayson was on his fifth cup of coffee; the case he was working on apparently demanded occasionally becoming incoherent in exchange for the energy he needed to go through his day. He was so tired, though, that even with his Bat Senses, he didn’t hear Barbara Gordon enter the long-empty precinct and sneak up behind him, not until she called out to him,
“Hey there, Detective. Are you too busy catching bad guys to pay attention to your girlfriend?”
Dick swiveled around, a smile spreading on his face, “Never too busy for you, Babs.”
“Come on, Circus Boy, it’s late. We should go home.”
“I told you never to call me that!”
Dick’s playful whines were cut off by Barbara pulling him into an impromptu kiss, and the two of them stood there, a beacon of hope and calm in the midst of a messy precinct.