Deaths AU

Part 2

d**k's POV 

I arrived at the apartment I hadn't been to in six months, to find that all of my things were still there, even if they were a bit dusty. I got changed into normal clothes, shirt, sweater, jeans, jacket, boots etc. and decided to go for a walk, just to clear my head. 

I ended up at one of my favorite places in Gotham, the roof of Wayne Enterprises. From there, you could look over the whole of Gotham at a glance and see everything, from Wayne Manor to the South and GCPD headquarters to the North. 

I just stood there for a while, leaning against the railings as the breeze swept through my hair, thinking about all that had happened. 

I was glad to be myself again, to be free, but I was upset about how the others had taken it. I had expected them to be angry and upset, of course, I just thought they would shout and scream at me, not stand there staring at me silently. I sighed. I thought Babs at least would have understood. She understands me better than anyone else. She used to tell me that we were two parts of one whole and that we finished each other. I guessed she wouldn't say that anymore. 

I was so enveloped in my own thoughts that I failed to notice someone come up behind me. 

"d**k?" 

I turned around, to find Barbara standing there. 

"You've probably come to shout at me, haven't you?" I asked her, " I mean, I understand that you're angry, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the plan, I'm…" 

I was cut off by Babs rushing forward, lacing her arms around my neck and kissing me passionately. I kissed her back. 

"Sorry," she said eventually, "but it was the only way I could think of to get you to shut up." 

I smiled at her, "I don't mind." 

Wally's POV 

Artemis and I hid behind the doorway to the roof, watching as Barbra approached d**k. We couldn't hear what they were saying, but we could sort of tell by their expressions. 

Dick turned around after Barbra spoke to him. He looked at her then began to speak, saying what I assume was an apology. He didn't get far, however, as Babs soon raced up to him and kissed him. I almost cheered out loud, but stopped myself just in time. 

"One down," Artemis said, smirking at me. 

"The rest of the team to go," I finished. 

Dick's POV 

Barbra stayed at my apartment that night, and I awoke into the morning to find her sleeping peacefully besides me. I lay there for a while, stroking my hands through her long, red hair. I was glad she had understood everything, as I don't know what I would have done without her. As she had said, she was the other part of me, making me complete. 

I also thought about the others, all those, excluding Wally, Artemis and Kaldur, who were angry and weren't currently speaking to me. I couldn't think of anything else that I could possibly say to regain their trust, so I just resigned myself to having to wait for them to come around. 

I got out of bed quietly, trying not to disturb Barbra, and got changed into a similar outfit to the day before. As I did not currently have a day job, I could spend the day with Babs. She would help me keep my mind off of the dark cloud looming over my thoughts. 

I went into the kitchen and decided to make pancakes for breakfast, that being about the only thing I could make, beside eggs and preparing a bowl of cereal. I was a terrible cook. 

I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I wondered who it could be. Not many people knew where I lived and even fewer knew I was alive. 

I went to the door and opened it, but was surprised to find that I was nearly knocked over by a large, black dog, who began to lick my face in greeting. 

"Titus!" a familiar voice barked, " get off of Grayson!" 

The dog, Titus, reluctantly did as his master asked. I meanwhile, wiped the drool off my face with the cloth I had taken with me from the kitchen. When I had finished, I addressed Titus' master, otherwise known as my youngest brother, Damian Wayne. 

" Damian," I asked, "what are you doing here?" 

"Father informed me of your undercover mission," he replied, crossing his arms with narrowed eyes, "so I came to see if you were alive for myself." 

"Well, you'd better come inside then," I said, "as long as Titus doesn't chew the furniture." 

Damian glared at me. 

"I trained Titus very well," he replied, "he wouldn't dream of chewing the furniture, would you, boy?" 

Titus gave a loud bark in agreement. 

"Be quiet!" I whispered, "Barbra's still asleep." 

"Gordon's here?" Damian asked, "No wonder father couldn't find her for patrol last night." 

We went through to the kitchen where Damian seated himself on one of the barstools at the counter-top. 

"Would you like some pancakes?" I asked him. 

"Yes, please," he replied, " I snuck out early, so that Father wouldn't catch me." 

"You mean he doesn't know that you're here?" I asked, as I spooned the batter into the pan. 

Damian shook his head. 

"He's still very angry about the whole 'faked death' thing. "

I shrugged, "I don't blame him. I probably would be too, in his place." 

Damian smirked. 

"It's not just the fact that you faked your death that's angered him," he told me, "it's because he didn't figure it out. He's supposed to be the 'World's Greatest Detective' and he couldn't figure out that his own son was still alive, having faked his own death." 

I smiled to myself 

"But I thought you were Bruce's only child? The 'blood son' if I remember correctly." 

He glared at me. 

"Out of all of Father's so called 'sons', I believe you are the one who deserves that title the most." 

"Aww, thanks, Dami," I replied, handing him a plate of pancakes and syrup and ruffling his hair, "I love you too." 

Just then, Babs came in, fully dressed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. 

"Am I dreaming," she asked, "or did Damian just compliment you?"