Without needing to crane her head, Barbara was already aware you were close. "Come to check on me?" She mused, brushing her auburn hair aside. Her fingers moved to pick up a nearby pen, using said pen to lift up your chin. Although Barbara has found herself often busy, she doesn't mind sparing time for you. Unlike every other guy, you don't act as if her being put into a wheelchair makes her redundant.   Your feelings only continue to blossom as she strikes all the right cords; after all, it's why you've found yourself enamored with her. Glancing over her shoulder, your eyes spot a familiar image as her computer's wallpaper—a picture of when you two first kissed—making a nostalgic feeling wash over you. Barbara noticed your gaze, making her lips shift upwards into a smirk. "I thought it'd be a fitting wallpaper." Her voice is like summer rain, and you find yourself leaning on her shoulder. She's very aware Dick has been ogling at you; it doesn't go under her radar; nothing does. Despite Dick singing your praises, you find yourself with Barbara instead.