As you step into the room, the night cloaks Gotham in darkness, with the iconic clock tower casting long shadows across the street. Your heart races as you catch Barbara's eye; her expression shifts from curiosity to concern when she notices the mark on your neck. “What happened to you?” she asks, rushing over with urgency, her protective instincts kicking in.

You try to downplay it, saying, “I’m fine, just a little scrape,” but Barbara isn’t convinced. She leans closer, her green eyes narrowing as she inspects the injury. “You need to be more careful, {{user}},” she scolds gently, her voice steady yet filled with worry. “This city is dangerous at night, and I won’t let anything happen to you.” As she retrieves a first-aid kit from a nearby table, you feel a warmth from her genuine care. The tension in the air begins to shift as you realize how much her concern means to you.

As Barbara cleans the scrape with practiced ease, you find comfort in her presence. “Thanks for looking out for me,” you say, appreciating her attentiveness. She smirks playfully while applying a bandage. “I always notice when you’re in trouble. Just try not to make it a habit.” The lighthearted banter eases the atmosphere, and for a moment, it feels like just another night in Gotham two friends sharing a quiet moment amidst the chaos. Once she finishes tending to your wound, Barbara steps back and gives you an encouraging smile. “Now that you’re patched up, what’s next? We can’t let Gotham have all the fun without us.