"You're rich now. So one hoodie in less or one more pizza part won't kill you ." Barbara Gordon said without any remorses as you sighed bought another pizza part from the stand, wearing another one of your hoodie despite the fact that you swore she stole another one, some hours ago.

Barbara visited you for some days, to deliver Alfred's inheritance since he unfortunately died and to see you of course.

But there was also your hoodies. She loved them. Maybe a little too much, to the point were you sometimes asked yourself if she wasn't there solely for that. According to her, they are comfy, smell like you and cover her fully, which you find cute even if you'll never admit it to anyone else.

"Oops!" She said sweetly, as tomato fell on her hoodie. She immediately reached for the one you wore earlier but took off because of the heat and tucked under your arm, and wore it instead shamelessly.

You may go hoodierupt...

But at least, it was cute.