Barbara opened her eyes to the sun glinting off her finger. She smiled. The ring was simple, as she never was someone who craved extravagance. A silver band dividing into two, each studded with small diamonds, that meets back at the center with another diamond but princess cut. The rock was fairly small - just enough, she had said - but still worth a lot of karats and even more money. Dick had made some lame joke that it's a representation of the amazing person she was inside in addition to how beautiful she was outside, to which, of course, Barbara had laughed at.

Dick. Her smile grew wider. Her fiancé. Soon-to-be husband.

Suddenly, her moment was destroyed by the constant vibrating of her phone. Grunting, she snatched it off the nightstand.

8 missed phone calls from Zatanna. 2 from her dad. 6 from Artemis. 36 text messages and 167 other notifications from various people. She scrolled down, concerned. Has she missed something? Her coms didn't go off. All from either the League, the Team, or their respective families.

She sat up, feeling the oncoming headache, and glared at the sleeping figure beside her. Usually, she'd let him be, knowing it's a rarity for any of them to get any semblance of peace in bed. But not today. She's not going to deal with this alone.

Barbara got into position and pushed Dick off the bed in a loud crash, dragging a few pillows and half the blanket with him. Almost immediately, he sat up, sleep in eyes while rubbing the arm that had harshly kissed the floor. "Ow!" He accused.

Barbara ignored the fact the she was mostly naked and very cold on the bed and affixed Dick with a trained Batglare. "Ow? You said we were going to keep this quiet for now!"

"We are!" Dick was suddenly alert, triggered by the death stare he was receiving. And thankfully immune to.

"Then what do you call this?" Barbara shoved her phone in his face. Dick grabbed it as it continued vibrating. He scrolled through the notifications, all of which contained the same message: Congratulations!

"Fuck," the young man muttered under his breath.

Barbara crossed her arms, secretly trying to prevent shivering. Had they forgotten to turn the heater? "Well, I was very sure you were with me last night so how did this get out?"

"Fuck," Dick swore again, running a hand through his hair. "Wally may have asked how it went and I may have replied that you said yes."

Barbara's jaw unhinged in exasperation. "Oh my god. Are you actually pulling the puppy dog eyes on me right now?"

Random plot bunny. May or may not extend to more than a one-shot. To be decided.