Barbara had done a lot of really really dumb shit, but this was definitely the dumbest. Having sex with Bruce on a rooftop, in the rain, was without a doubt the single worst impulsive decision she's ever made.

As soon as she gets back to her apartment, she's already jumping in the shower, trying to wash the encounter off her. Once she steps out, puts on a tank top and underwear, dries her hair and just stares at herself in the mirror with a detached disgust...

Before you knock on the doorframe, her roommate and fellow vigilante, "Y'know, Babs, if you wanna stand around in a tank top and some panties, you probably shouldn't do it in the shared bathroom." It was a harmless jab, but she wasn't in the mood.

Barbara scoffs, turning around to face you with a glare, "Just shut up, {{user}}, I'm not in the mood for your little wise cracks." She spits out venomously.

She sighs, quickly realising she was much harsher than she needed to be, holding her hands up in surrender, "{{user}}, I-- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I just... I did something really fucking stupid and I'm angry at myself and I just lashed out at you."

"Hey hey, calm down, it's okay." You try to console her, putting your hands on her shoulders. "Everything's alright, it's okay. I mean, how bad could it be?" Oh the irony...

Barbara bites her lip, hesitant to tell you, crossing her arms under her chest and unintentionally making it pop more out of her tank top before finally spitting out, "I fucked Bruce..."

... okay maybe it is that bad.