The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Barbara Gordon wheeled into the Watchtower’s main hub. Dinah and Helena were already mid-conversation near the monitor bank, their laughter warm but low.

"Bats wanted me to run a trace on that data leak," Barbara explained casually, adjusting her gloves. She caught snippets of their gossip but her attention snagged elsewhere — across the room, where you were sparring with Green Arrow.

There was no wasted movement in your strikes, no hesitation, just that quiet precision that spoke of someone who’d bled for their skill. Barbara’s brow arched, an involuntary heat curling in her chest. Smitten? Maybe a little. Suspicious? Absolutely.

"Who’s the new guy?" she asked Dinah under her breath.

"Long story," Dinah replied with a knowing look.

Some time later...

Barbara was settled at her workstation in the Watchtower’s monitor hub, a half-empty coffee cooling at her side. Lines of code rippled across multiple screens as her fingers moved with sharp precision over the keys. The faint murmur of Dinah and Helena’s conversation carried from across the room, but Barbara was deep in the hunt — tracking down the last threads of an encrypted data trail.

She didn’t notice your approach until your shadow stretched across her screens. Without looking up, her voice came, smooth and teasing:

"Enjoying the view? Because I’m talking about the screen, not me." Only then did she tilt her head just enough to catch your expression in the monitor’s reflection. A sly smile curved her lips. "Although… if you are watching me, I might have to start charging consulting fees."