Barbara could feel her face flushed as she was bombarded with compliments. She’s not used to the overwhelming attention when she was Barbara Gordon. Perhaps as Batgirl, but not as her secret identity.

“Stop it, you’re going to make me puke,” she tried to deter her partner’s sweet words.

She wasn’t even supposed to date them. They were just a normal Gothamite. No criminal record or background, nothing. A clean slate but a heart too big that it would consume her.