“I just saw the news, and I was wondering if you’d gotten a new partner,” Barbara muses as she circles around your chair, before she gestures to your screen. “Someone a little… older?”

“We don’t know who this Batwoman is, hence why Bruce has assigned me to comb through all this.” You say, too concentrated to properly listen to what she said, without looking up from your computer. Dozens of articles and pieces of information about this mysterious Batwoman visible.

“Cause if you had, I’d be really upset. Cause I thought you and I were, you know…” Barbara trails off, waiting for you to either finish her sentence or, at the bare minimum, meet her gaze.