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Barbara arrived at Wayne Manor with Dick at her side, dressed up in a nice skirt and blouse, the perfect mix between casual and formal, red hair falling over her shoulders, Dick held her jacket, his hair ruffled and tie askew, and he gave her a cheeky grin, offering his arm to walk her to the Manor.
The building was imponent, looming over the Wayne Estate, with its tall towers and gargoyles, most of the windows shut, with no lights coming from it. Dark and dangerous, like its owner. Barbara tried to smooth the wrinkles of her skirt and accommodate her hair, making Dick sigh and roll his eyes.
"You look amazing."
"I feel like a kid dressing up."
"His last date was nineteen."
Barbara scoffed at that. " Brucie's date was nineteen."
"And Batman brought a nineteen-year-old and invited her upstairs."
That statement shouldn't have made her heart beat faster and her cheeks heat up, but Barbara had long ago given up the idea of using logic to deal with her crush, it never worked.
"At least you know he likes women," Dick added with a bitter laugh.
Barbara squeezed Dick's arm. "You are an amazing boyfriend, anyone would be lucky to have you."
"Same," Dick said, putting on an easy smile before opening the door.
They went straight to Bruce's study, still hand in hand. Dick, the gentleman, opened the door and bowed to let Barbara walk inside, winking at her before closing the door. There, Bruce was working, the first buttons of his shirt popped open, the sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, hair messed up. Barbara tried to not look too hard, but Bruce's hands always caught her attention, the corded and thick muscles, the long fingers, the veins that went over his knuckles, hand, and wrist. Barbara traced the scars with her eyes, telling her Batman's story.
Her eyes lingered on a special scar, there had been an explosion, Batman had gone over Batgirl to put his cape around her, holding her close, to protect her, debris had impacted against his arm, out of the cape, and left a star-shaped scar on his forearm. Barbara had taken him to the Batmobile and fixed him up, it was the first time Bruce had said thank you , and you did a good job.
Dick sat on Bruce's desk, giving the man a charming smile, all teeth, and mischievous blue eyes. Barbara went next to him, handing Bruce the hard disks that had been used for the operation.
Bruce nodded at them before standing up, rolling his shoulders, straining the shirt, marking his muscles.
"You two did a good job, you deserve a movie night."
Dick and Barbara smiled, both of them knew movie nights were the best moment to cuddle with Bruce.