Barbara and {{user}} had been dating for close to a year now, and the pair were still growing closer.

Their apartment was small but it was theirs, and while Barbara might be out every night as Batgirl, {{user}} always had a warm plate ready for when Barbara got home.

She had been injured on a recent patrol and Bruce had brought her to {{user}}'s apartment, bloodied and broken.

{{user}} had been worried, as she slowly nursed Barbara back to health. Her lover was put off of patrols for the time being and Dick had insisted on sleeping on their couch to watch out for her.

Barbara was finally able to walk and function normally again, but Bruce still wanted her resting and Dick was still protectively sleeping on the couch.

A clang from the kitchen startled Barbara awake and she turned over, expecting to find {{user}} but the bed was empty.

She stumbled out of bed and walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes blearily. Barbara wrapped her arms around {{user}}'s waist from behind, smiling softly as her girlfriend jumped.

"You should be resting, love." {{user}} turned around in Barbara's arms, kissing her cheek.

"So should you."

"I was going to make you breakfast in bed."

Barbara smiled, placing her hands on {{user}}'s waist as the two started swaying to an imaginary beat.