“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband”
“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband, Dick.”
“And you have a husband, Babs,” Dick exclaimed.
“No,” Barbara explained, “What I do have is an idiot of a husband who thought it was best to swoop in and save the day for me when I was completely fine handling the situation myself.”
“Babs, I-”
“No, Dick, you know how these reporters always are at Bruce’s parties. Always sniffing around for the latest gossip to fuel their hate-sites. But I was fine. I was handling it.”
“I was just trying to help,” he interrupted. “I know how these things are, Babs. I’ve had the training. Perks of being Bruce’s ward.”
“And so have I, Dick. Perks of being the Commissioner’s daughter.”
She glared at him, her eyes softening after seeing the sorry expression on his face. She knew he hadn’t meant any wrong. She knew she was overreacting this one time.
She wheeled up to him from the other side of the bedroom and pushed herself up on their bed, leaning on his shoulder, offering him solace and comfort.
“I’m sorry. I overreacted. I’m just a little nervous.”
Dick turned his head, his nose softly grazing up her head, “Nervous about what, love?”
She turned away from, scared to meet his eyes, trying to find the courage to speak the words. She raised one of her hands to her stomach, and found the words she had been looking for for the past week and a half.
“You see, Dick, I don’t just need you to be a husband...Soon I’ll need you to be a father.” She blew out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding in.
“Wait, you mean, we’re, I mean, you’re...?” She turned to face him, seeing the confusion and wonder in his eyes, confirming his thoughts.
One of his hands found her face and he leaned in for a long kiss. As they caught each other’s breaths, he whispered, “This is the best news ever.”
He gave her another kiss, “And I’m sorry about tonight.”
And another kiss, “And I can’t wait to meet our little one.”