You and Barbara are dating, both of you are vigilantes. You both get how long nights affect each other.

You just got out of the shower, walking into your room with just a towel on. With Barbara sitting with her legs crossed on the end of your bed in her costume, her eyes filled with weariness.

"Hey."

She stands up and walks over to you, cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your lips, a silent plea for comfort.