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'Holding Hands'

DickxBabs

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Richard Grayson. This isn't necessary, I didn't hit my heat that hard, Doc."

"You hit your head three times, Mister Grayson. It absolutely is necessary. Now what day of the week is it, if you would?"

"It's Thursday. How many more questions before we're done here?"

"Just one more."

"Then I can get back to class?"

"Then you can wait until Mr. Wayne signs your release papers. Until then, do you remember what class you were in before this ordeal?"

"Biology," Richard Grayson lied through his teeth on this answer as he suspected the doctor didn't even know the answer to this question. He just wanted to annoy his patient it seemed, as Dr. Anderson nodded and hummed approvingly as he jotted down a final note on his clipboard. Dick leaned back in the hospital bed, a frown on his face as he watched the doctor move away from his side and placed his chart back on the end of his bed.

"Alright, Mister Grayson, seems like you're without a concussion despite your unlucky encounters with hard objects. Luckily, there are no major injuries, just a few abrasions and a few bruises. You'll be sore for the next few days, so take it easy," Dr. Anderson informed him, a false smile under the large white mustache that covered half of his face. "As soon as Mr. Wayne gets here and signs the release forms, you'll be free to go. Until then, there has been a worried young lady waiting since you were admitted. I'll send her in for you."

Dick didn't respond, instead he mulled over the options of who it could be. He was friendly with most of the school, despite his label as a Mathlete. Of course, his guardian being Bruce Wayne probably had more influence than he liked to admit over it. He didn't think that many of the academy's students would cut class because of a routine kidnapping, so the options were far more limited. Finally, he settled on the idea of Artemis, despite the fact she probably wasn't too worried and that she would be opposed to being called a 'young lady'.

The mechanism in the door clicked loudly and Dick was pulled from his deep thoughts. The head that poked into the room was not the blonde, grey eyed head that he had been expecting. Instead, Dick was graced with shoulder length red locks and the inquisitive blue eyes of his longtime friend, Barbara Gordon. Instantly, he berated himself for thinking of anyone else than his best friend. A grin appeared on his face just a scowl appeared on hers.

"What were you thinking?" after the door had floated shut behind her, Babs demanded harshly. A glare now accompanied the scowl on her delicately featured face. "Namedropping yourself to a bunch of thugs isn't just egotistical, it's flat out stupid too."

"Come on, Babs. They knew who I was long before I brought it up casually," Dick's grin grew as he shrugged a little tensely.

"Casually? When did flapping your arms around like a chicken, yelling 'I'm the invincible Dick Grayson' become casual?" Babs' voice rose in volume, her face taking on a scarlet hue as she stomped closer to the occupied bed. "Didn't Bruce teach you to keep your head down, you arrogant idiot?"

"Of course he did," it was Dick's turn to scowl as he responded to the red head. "But those were some of the Joker's thugs."

"That doesn't matter, Dick," Babs hissed at her friend. She slumped down into the seat on Dick's left, exhaling exasperatedly.

"Yeah it does," Dick shot back sternly. "They had their eyes on you and Bette. You know how Bette gets in those kind of situations."

"She's a nervous wreck," Babs nodded, another sigh escaping her as she leaned forward and grasped his hand. "Like normal people are supposed to be."

"I don't think I'd want to be normal if that's what it entails," Dick grinned at his friend once more and was granted a timid smile in return. He squeezed Babs' hand gently, surprised at the coolness of her skin compared to the heat of his own. Her smile grew just slightly at the action.

"Yeah, me neither," she agreed softly. The two sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, processing the day thus far.

"I wasn't really flapping my arms around, you know?"

"Oh, you were. Just like a little bird."

Gotta say, I'm not good with the flirting aspect, but I think the point was gotten across in the each of these, to be honest.
They don't flirt like normal people all the time, sometimes they just show affection in their own weird hero-ish ways.
And we love them for it.
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I've been working on theses for awhile, but didn't want to post them until they were completely finished.

It is based on a piece of fan-art by yssab on dA.
(http :/ fc02 . deviantart . net / fs70 / i / 2011 / 317 / b / 0 / yj _ flirting _ meme _ by _ yssab-d4g4g93 .png )

Take out the spaces or head to dA and search for 'yj flirting meme' it's the first one (of two) that shows up.
Now gonna go put this shit on Tumblr tomorrow(ya! got a tumblr! you get snippets and drafts if you follow it. But it's still really new...(mean I started it yesterday.))

Enjoy. c: