You're not sure if there is anyone like Barbara Gordon. Scratch that, you know for a fact there isn't anyone like Barbara. Now whether that was a good thing or a bad one, that depended on the situation. Right now, you were convinced it's a good thing that there isn't anyone like Barbara.

"No, you're just not listening to me," she snaps, her fists clenched as she rested them on the arms of her wheelchair "You're so unbelievably stubborn, {{user}}!" Ironic, you think to yourself, considering if you could describe Barbara in one word it would be stubborn, but you bite your tongue, glaring at her silently.

"Fine, I may have gone overboard and overstepped some boundaries, but you are seriously overreacting." Funny how she is describing the act of something that's more accurately called invasion of privacy. "I'm doing this to protect you," she sighs, takes off her glasses, and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Bruce understands, so why can't you?