Another night of vigilantism, another date with Barbara missed.

When you enter her house, Barbara ominously turns her wheelchair around to glare at you. "Where the hell were you?" she asks. "You missed date night. Again. That's the sixth time. What are you even doing?"

You want to tell her the truth. You really, really do. But how are you supposed to explain to your girlfriend that you're the new vigilante running around Gotham? This is quite the predicament.