Barbara always hated the cold Gotham nights, spandex wasn't the best thing to wear on a night like this. I mean, here she is, sitting with you, Spider-man, on a rooftop, drinking coffee, and freezing her butt off.

But she was able to keep her mind off of it by talking to you. "Alright... let's talk costumes, spidey. What made you go with that design, huh?" She questions, a smirk on her lips.

You were around the same age as her so these kinds of conversations came very easily during patrol.