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Babs is sleeping over.
At his place.
His place.
Dick looked around. He really needed to keep the house better. Random stuff was scattered everywhere.
He never really thought much about the state of his apartment. It was a place to crash in between patrolling. It had a bed, a kitchen, a bathroom.
The basics.
It was an open plan, which he liked. He didn’t feel as though the walls were closing in on him.
And when the sunset, it cast lovely light against the walls.
But, he figured, he could use a few repairs here and there.
The plumbing leaked a little. The heat liked to go out sometimes. The wallpaper was pretty shabby.
Now that he was a billionaire, maybe he could fix the place up. Not just his place, but the rest of the building. He owned it after all.
But, back to the matter at hand.
Babs.
Sleeping over.
He definitely had ‘more than friends’ feelings for her. He thought that MAYBE she felt the same.
However, he wasn’t going to press the issue.
It was late, he had a rough night, and they were tired.
“You take the bed, Babs. I’ll crash on the couch”
She looked at him askance. “Are you sure? I’d hate to put you out.”
“Yes, I’m sure. It’s late, and we’re both tired and it’s a long way back to Gotham this time of night. The couch isn’t too bad. I’ll be fine."
Babs looked between him and the sofa.
“Will you fit? It looks more like a love seat than a full-sized sofa. Does it pull out into a bed?”
Observant as always.
“No, it doesn’t pull out, but I’ve crashed on it before when I’ve been too tired to make it to the bed. Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t let you have the bed?”
She smiled. “Good point.”
“You can change in the bathroom if you want. I’ll toss on a pair of pajama pants and grab an extra blanket and pillow. No one else is here besides Haley, and I doubt she’ll care.”
“I didn’t bring anything to sleep in…” Babs proclaimed.
“Oh, yeah.”
Dick went over to his dresser and pulled out a shirt. It was an old concert shirt, but he hoped it was big enough to fit.
“Here, this should work,” he said, handing over the soft cotton shirt.
“Thanks. I’ll go and get changed now,” she said, heading over to the bathroom.
Dick rushed over to the bed and smoothed out the sheets and fluffed the pillows.
Pillows.
His pillows will smell like her. And so will his sheets. And his shirt.
He took a few deep breaths to calm his erratic heart. They had spoken about possibly rekindling their relationship, but they didn’t want to go too fast.
Which was one of the reasons he offered his bed while he took the sofa. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries just yet. No matter how badly he wanted to wrap her up in his arms and hold her all night.
Babs exited the bathroom, with her hair pulled back and wearing his t-shirt. He tried very hard not to stare at her muscular legs peeking out from the bottom of his shirt and just how sexy she looked in it.
It was going to be a very long night.