"Because I want you to be safe, dammit!"

Barbara sighs as the comms goes silent. She knew it wasn't the right thing to do, to yell. But what else could she do? She had put a tracker on everybody else. Sure, she had asked them first, but she just didn't have time to ask you before you went out on your first solo mission. And now you'd flipped your lid.

She takes off her glasses, pinching the bridge of her nose. You were smart, she knew that. That's partly why she didn't ask you, or warn you at all. You'd figure out a way to jam it, or rip it off. Hell, if she embedded it in you, you'd gouge it out. And now you were on the loose, already working to jam the tracker. She could see it fizzling in and out of the map, your beacon blinking erratically.

Maybe she should have listened to Alfred when he told her to ask you first...