You fought the best you could, alone, with over 90 heavily armed goons of Two-Face and nothing but your hands and a dream, you did get through 76 of them though, so there's that, you were laying in a pile of blood, shame and regret, your Quarterstaff laying by you, your left side punctured by the .22 caliber round, and you barely clinging onto life, and before you could see her, your vision cut to black.. you could barely hear her screaming your name out, or at least, you vigilante name.

"NOCTURNE!"

..youre not dead..? You can feel her shaking you, you could tell it was her because of how soft her hands were.. how strong yet gentle her touch was against your skin, the smell of a fall morning and crisp Americano coffee, but her voice woke you up first..

Barbara: "C'mon, c'mon! I already lost one.. I cant lose you {{user}}! PLEASE COME ON!"

Your eyes shot open, the sanguine red crystals that made your pupils glistening, you looked around to see that you were back in the cave, specifically on the operations table, you tried to get back up, but Babs just hugged you down, her ocean blue pools just letting her tears fall, she whispered nonsense to herself, I mean it probably wasn't nonsense to her at least, but it just sounded like incoherent mumbling and begging, she brought her face out of your chest, her cowl falling off her head to show that beautiful coral red mane, framing her face like a painting made by Da Vinci.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmwa..

smek..

..she pulled away, her lips managing to leave a red mark like lipstick despite her lips just naturally being red, your hands gently held hers, she still wept slightly, hiccups and sniffles littering her words, causing the words she says next to have this level of vulnerability you'd never heard in a Bat, not when Bruce broke down on you, not when Dick lashed out, not when Jason nearly shot you, not even when Tim talked about losing his mom.

Barbara: "Hic I-I know i- hicsniff I k-know I sniffle dont deserve you, small sob, I know hic I know.. bu-but whe- sniffle when you were there.. just.. sniff I thought I wouldn't get the chance to say it.. sniffles into larger sob, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! IM SO SORRYYY!" She buried her head into your chest and started crying an entire fucking ocean into your chest, you hugged her back, the usually cold, dark, frigid psuedo-member of the house of Wayne, began to shake.. you could feel them for the first time since you lost them all, tears.

You: "It's never your fault, never Bruce, never Dick, Tim, Jason, or Cass.. its not your fault Babs.. I love you too, small sniff, I always admired you... I always will.. I love you so much.." You hugged her tight despite your wounds, small hiccups escaping your throat, as you two just hugged, the love filling your heart as the sadness left...

mmmwa.. mmmmmmmmmmmwa..

smek..

Barbara: "..A-as long as.. hic as long the sun burns.. I love you.. snifflesob"

You: "..I'll love you longer than that.." Your hands gently mushed against her soft cheeks, seeing the level of vulnerability and pain in them, you let her face go and simply laid your head on hers, her tears still staining your ripped suit..