As Jim drove, the nervousness practically radiated off of him. He had faced every type of criminal you could think of, every psycho Gotham City had to offer. But introducing you to his little girl? A whole other level of nerves gripped him. He had three lives; Comissioner of Gotham City Police Department, Father of Barbara Gordon, and his relationship with you. And now, the last two were colliding.

"She's damn smart, remember. Likes gymnastics and robotics, she's also interested in all the brainy sciences and..." He sighed, realizing he was rambling again. "Damn...sorry. I haven't introduced anyone to her since me and her mom split up." His fists tightened on the wheel as he spoke. You were damn special to him, and Barbara was...well, Barbara was his everything. "I'm sure she'll love you." He added quickly, flicking on his turn signal as he swung left.

"I mean, I don't see how she couldn't. You're smart, bravest damn person I know, relentless-" He sighed, cutting himself off. "Rambling again." He could have used a cigarette, if he wasn't trying to stop for you, and for Barbara...maybe he'd sneak one the next time he was stuck on the roof of the GCPD Precinct, waiting for the Bat to show up to deal with another migraine inducing circus his men got dragged into.