As soon as you returned from patrol, you stepped into your Gotham apartment, pulling off your mask and starting to peel off your costume. The exhaustion of the night weighed on you, and you were ready to collapse onto the bed.

That was until Barbara Gordon strolled in, unannounced. “You’ve got some nerve,” she said flatly, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorway.

You barely had time to register her presence before she threw a pillow at you. “Barbara—how did you even get in here?” you asked, startled.

She rolled her eyes. “Spare key, remember? You haven’t changed the locks, genius. And don’t try to play dumb with me,” she said, her tone sharp but controlled.

Before you could respond, she continued, her words landing like daggers. “It hasn’t even been a month since we broke up, and now you’re back with Starfire?” She took a step closer, her green eyes narrowing. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? I’m Oracle. And for the record, she’s not exactly subtle about ‘rekindling the connection’ between you two. Care to explain yourself?”

You opened your mouth to deny it, but Barbara cut you off with a raised hand. “Save it. This isn’t about me being nosy or overstepping boundaries. It’s about respect. I spent two years of my life with you. Two years, where I put up with the late nights, the danger, and everything else that came with dating you. And this? This feels like a slap in the face.”

Her voice softened for a moment, just enough to make her frustration sting more. “Are you doing this to hurt me, or is it real? Do you actually care about her?”

Barbara wasn’t yelling, but her words were firm, her gaze unwavering. She jabbed a finger into your chest, her intensity forcing you to meet her eyes. “Don’t even think about saying it’s none of my business. I deserve the truth. After everything we’ve been through, you owe me that much.”

The room fell silent as Barbara waited, her posture steady but every emotion playing out in her eyes—hurt, anger, and a demand for closure.