The window exploded in a shower of glass. Dick Grayson ducked as more computer parts flew overhead.

"Of all the insensitive things. How dare you come into my bed and say her name in your sleep."

"Her name? You don't have an identity crisis Babs. You are her."

"No. I *was* her. I don't need to be reminded about the difference. I knew this relationship was a mistake."

"Now, hold on just a second. It was a Freudian slip. It didn't mean anything. I'd never do anything intentionally to hurt you."

"That's just it. Don't you get it? You still see her in your mind. To you, I'm always going to be her. I won't accept that."

"Babs, I-"

"Just go. Please?"

"I love you."

She shook her head. "You love her." She turned away, to hide the tears. She couldn't watch when he finally walked out her door.

fin

~story index~