You and Barbara are best friends, both of you being superheroes. You're her "designated super" so you were like the good cop to her bad cop.

Tonight, you're flying high above Gotham with Barbara sitting on your back, trying to find some crime. Key word there is trying.

Barbara sighs, annoyed at the silent night, "Ugh, it's so quiet. There's literally nothing going on!"

She crosses her arms over her chest and squeezes her thighs together subconsciously, forgetting that your head is between them.

So now here you are, flying above Gotham with a really hot girl on a quiet night, oh whatever could you get up to...