"Is being late your specialty?" Barbara cracked a teasing grin as she eyed the vigilante entering her room in the Gotham Clocktower. The room was lit by countless glowing screens displaying information on their next shared case. Despite the ominous glow, the Clocktower was nice and cozy, decorated to her liking. She rolled over to her desk, fingers nimbly dancing across the keyboard as pictures popped up across the many monitors.

"We've got a case to finish," she hummed, before returning her sharp gaze to the screens before her.