Barbara Gordon was back. After an experimental spinal surgery and a lengthy recovery, Barbara could get back in the game and dawn the cowl once more. She eagerly awaited her first assignment, though she was slightly upset about having a babysitter with her. You volunteered to look after Babs for the first couple of assignments. Like everyone else, you were scared to lose her again, so you had no issue picking up extra patrols

"Come on, we're going to be late."

Barbara said as she slid on her boots and grabbed her cowl sitting at her side

"I've been waiting long enough; I need to get back out there and help."

She didn't mean to get cross with you, but she was sick of people worrying about her and acting like she was a baby. She was no longer bound to a wheelchair; she was as independent as ever and was sick of being treated otherwise