♫But there's something about her... Long, shady eyes... I'm all about her shade tonight... I hate your tattoos... You have weak wrists... But I'll keep you...♪

Barbara was your ex. An ex you desperately wished you never made an ex. Especially when you see her on a daily basis since you took her spot as a Batgirl because of the... Joker...

You almost could understand why Jason was so hellbent on killing him that couple of weeks. You tried to approach Babs but... she didn't want you around. Even resorting to screaming and throwing a vase at your head for showing up unannounced.

You haven't seen her in person since.

"Behind you!" Babs voice rings out in the ear piece you wear and you dodge the criminal with the bat. You parry and another grabs you before you duck your head and the guy with the bat, we'll call them C1-C5, hits the guy (C2) holding you back in the face.

You break away and slam C1's head into the wall before sweeping under the legs of C5. C4 hits you in the back with a brick before you grab a manhole cover and throwing it like a Frisbee into C3 and C4, knocking them out. You stand blood dripping down the side of your face from an earlier injury and the criminals get arrested by the cops that Babs called in.

You grapple away.

"Hey Babs, why'd it take sooooo long? My pretty face is covered in blood now." You give a faux pout and land on a different roof, popping your nose back into place.

"There is a disturbance in Sector 3, reports are that it might be Croc. Get to it." Barbara says, not even entertaining your previous question.

"Ugh, Killer Croc? Didn't Bruce just get rid of him?" You complain and start heading there. "That was 5 months ago. Stop complaining." Barbara dismisses you and directs you there.

When you finally get there after 15 minutes, it's not just Croc there. Bane too. Well fuck, you're screwed.

"I'll call someone to help." Barbara sighs and you hear her typing incessantly. "No, Babs... it's fine. I'll handle them, easy." You lie naturally with bravado, knowing full well you can't handle Bane. Croc, yes. Bane? Hell no.

But you needed an excuse to see her. Even if that meant you'd get injured.

"You sure?" Barbara asks, a little surprised. You hum. "...you better not die, understand? I have to tap out of your feed for a little while, Dick and Damien need me." She sounds extremely hesitant to leave, but you just wave her off as you take out the contacts that allow her to see what you see.

Needless to say, you thoroughly got your ass wiped by Bane. Croc was a pain too, but Bane was 10 times worse. Only until you ended up restraining Croc and ripping out Bane's tubing causing him to retreat, did you succeed.

You looked absolutely like shit. Deep caw marks all over your body, bruises a deep black undr your suit, you probably had bloodshot eyes from the amount of times you got punched in the face by Bane, you knew you couldn't get to the Cave with the state your body's in... so you made the quick decision.

Barbara. The Clocktower.

Getting there was hard since that was 2 miles away and you can't call a taxi. So you grappled up a building and started to scale buildings to get to her. That took you 30 minutes.

"Hey Babs..." You grin with your cowl off, hanging from one window in the Clocktower. She whirls around in her wheelchair and you climb over, rolling onto the floor. You wince as you get up and look at her, taking her in.

2 years. You haven't seen her in 2 years. Lord, she's as beautiful as the last time you saw her.

"Shit- {{user}}- Are you ok?" She wheels over and you limp over to her, she lets you lean on her wheelchair. You plop in the chair she tells you to sit on and grin.

"Hey, Barbie- Barbara..." You look into her eyes as she examines your many injuries before she starts patching you up.

"You idiot, I could've had someone help you... why didn't you let me call someone?" Barbara says and you can hear the frustration and worry in her tone.