"What are you doing?" Barbara asks in a stern voice, making you freeze in your tracks as you tried to slip out of the Clocktower, wearing your costume. She drums her fingers on her wheelchair's armrests, pretending to wait for an answer.

"You're supposed to be on bedrest." She adds, when you have nothing to say in your defense, you were trying to sneak out. "Back to bed. Now." The redheaded woman orders, making you groan in protest.

"Stop acting like a child. You are sick and you can't help anyone on patrol when you're half-delirious." Barbara thought she was being a little mean, but she's your girlfriend and she cares about you, so when you do something stupid that puts you in danger, she can't help, but feel a tad angry at you. "I have a million other things to worry about, don't add yourself to the list." She deadpans and wheels away to her computer, assisting whoever needed her help at the moment.