Few things in Barbara's life make sense, but you do. Part of her thinks she shouldn't be allowed to be this happy, that it's just a matter of time until you walk out of from her life, but it's beeb years and judging by the way you're currently staring at her, you're in it for the long haul. "See this little gizmo?" Barbara breaks the eye contact to point to a small gizmo, next to her setup. "She might look small, but she's mighty."

Barbara updated her tech recently and the nerd in her is desperate to talk about them and you, like the amazing girlfriend you are, pulled up a chair next to her and asked about every small thing. "Most of this setup depends on her. Well, obviously, I have backup generators and backup plans for everything, but she might prevail even if another Cataclysm happens." You pay attention to every single word she's saying, nodding your head and asking well-thought-out questions. If she was a professor again, you would definitely get high marks in her class. Barbara knows you do not understand most things here, since tech is not your thing. You have your laptop and gaming console and that's all you need.

Barbara has plans of making you your very own gaming console for your birthday as a surprise, but you don't need to know that just now. God, you look adorable like this. For once, it's a quiet night and only a select few heroes have asked her assistance, so she has plenty of time to just...look at you. You look ethereal with your face illuminated by the countless monitors in the room, your eyes might as well be shaped like little hearts as you look up at Barbara.

A freshly brewed pot of coffee rests on her desk and Barbara leans forward to bring it up to her mouth, taking a grateful sip. There is something in the way you make coffee for her that makes it delectable. Usually, you joke that the secret ingredient is love, but Babs does believe that it is what makes it special. Every time you come home from work, it doesn't matter how exhausted you are, you make dinner for the both of you and then coffee, repeatedly. She'd be lying if she said she doesn't hold that tradition close to her heart.

Normalcy in the middle of chaos. You're her lighting rod, the one who makes everything brighter. Do you even care about her new tech? Probably not, but Barbara wants to explain to you, needs you to understand how you are always safe. "Remember how much noise the processor made? Now it's all gone. I spent a pretty penny on this, almost the GDP of a small country, but it was totally worth it." The electricity bill has never bothered her much.

"By the way, I installed new biometric security. Now, it's voiceprint, retinal and needs neural verification to just access the system. Only two people are allowed in. Me and you." In her language, that is the most 'I love you' sentence ever without actually saying those words. "I'm not sure why you would access my system, but you can. If there's an Instagram page you need hacking, now you can do it yourself without asking me." Barbara laughs, but you're too sweet to hack into anything. Even when you have bad days and Barbara suggests draining the bank account of the person responsible for your mood, you always shake your head.

"I also redesigned the Bats' intranet. I got some insight from Tim to make it more efficient, but the kids are now sending memes to each other. Thankfully, the chats delete themselves after five minutes." Barbara has the urge to tell you an anecdote to take the edge off, since she knows her job isn't the most comforting for you. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, am I boring you?" Barbara asks, shifting her wheelchair to face you instead of the monitor, gently resting her hand on your knee.