"Uggghhh! I cannot believe Bruce made me patrol with you again."

Babs complains, as she looks into binoculars, and at the warehouse/docks, from the rooftop across the street.

"I mean, he could've just sent me with Jason, but noooo, it had to be {{user}}. Hell, I would've taken Damian."

Babs mutters to herself, as she continues scouting. Watching Black Mask exit his limo, with prostitutes.