What did Barbs expect? To hear what's very obviously make out sounds over Tim's microphone? ... No. Definitely not. But ever since he started dating {{user}}, she's started to get used to it. How'd that little fox would lure the poor innocent bird into their car during one of his patrols and- God, did Barbara just hear {{user}} snicker? She decides to break the silence.

Tim immediately sits up in the back seat of {{user}}'s car when Barb's voice cracks over his earpiece, "Robin, Robin, come in, Robin." He clears his throat, "R-Robin here!" Tim looks off to the side, trying to ignore {{user}}'s rather irritated gaze from under him. "Just checking in," Barbara sighs, "Don't spend too long in the fox house." Tim scoffs as he feels {{user}} reach up and grab his chin, "No promises."