COUNTING STARS [BABS]
Jan 7, 2014 20:23:32 GMT -6
Post by Silv on Jan 7, 2014 20:23:32 GMT -6
It hadn't taken Dick long to scramble up the ladder after Barbara Gordon. He didn't know how she managed it in heels, but then, she was able to do a lot of things in heels that he simply couldn't fathom. When he got to the top of the ladder the boy who moonlighted as Robin climbed up over the edge and onto the rooftop. He tipped back his head and stared up at the early winter dark sky. He could see a few stars peeking in through the light pollution. It was silent. Oddly silent, like Gotham before a snow. The whole world seemed to be holding it's breath.
It was probably waiting for him to screw up again.
His gaze flicked back to Babs. She was silhouetted by streetlights and moonglow shone on that red hair of hers that he was particularly fond of. She looked beautiful. He had no idea how to articulate it. The last time he tried to tell a girl he liked her he'd ended up complimenting the way she threw bolts of energy at her enemies. Not exactly the most romantic compliment.
Dick moved closer to where Barbara had decided would be their spot on the roof and plopped down besides her, setting the glass she had given him carefully in front of himself. He had almost spilled it on the trip up the ladder, but that was partially because his mind had been focusing more on what they were going to talk about then what he was actually doing. Luckily for him his acrobat instincts kicked in and kept him from dropping anything.
Too bad those same instincts couldn't stop him from making a mess of this conversation.
Luckily he was pretty sure Stephanie wasn't going to drop out of the sky and tackle him this time. That would just be bad luck. "Babs," he tried, reaching out for the glass in front of him and fiddling with it, studying her sidelong because he was afraid to look straight at her face. "We have to talk." he was repeating himself. "About that day," ahhh, getting closer. "At the tower."
The boy's hairline flushed in memory of the kiss and his fingers tightened around the flute of the glass, choking it. "We- you- I-" he floundered for a moment. "That kiss. I didn't think," the boy ducked his head, trailing off. "I didn't think you...liked me like that." and with that sentence he won the oblivious award of the year.
But there was also a problem: even though his puppycrush on Batgirl had never really died, he also really liked Starfire. Not that he could articulate that to her either. The boy released his hold on his glass and leaned back looking more defeated then he ever had facing a villain. Girls were complicated.
He turned his head earnestly towards Babs. She was a girl. That meant she probably had all the answers. "So...uh....where does that leave us?"