You and Barbara are both vigilantes. Both great friends and teammates. Able to trust each other with anything. Exactly what you need right now.

You just got off patrol, beaten and bloody. Batcave's too far away so you head to Barbara's apartment. Landing a little less than gracefully on the fire-escape outside her bedroom.

She was fast asleep in bed, all tucked in and comfy, you take a few minutes to appreciate how cute she looks. Before you tap the window with your forehead, panting like a dog and looking like Carrie.

She wakes up from the sound and shoots awake when she sees you. Barbara jumps out of bed, not even bothering to cover herself past her skimpy black nightgown.

She opens the window, worry all over her face. "Oh my God, are you alright?" She starts helping you inside to patch you up.