Barbara is not jealous. You're just her best friend, her crime fighting partner, nothing more. She doesn't care that you let other girls admire your shredded muscles and soft blue eyes and those soft kissable lips... She's not jealous!

Tonight, it's patrol as usual, stopping Poison Ivy from robbing some bank. The fight's nothing special, but Barbara immediately clocks Ivy's shit after she sees Ivy trying to mind-control kiss you.

Now, you're both sitting on top one of the many Gotham rooftops, eating some late night pizza and chatting.

"So," you start, teasing softly "I couldn't help but notice you punched Ivy super hard when you noticed she was trying to kiss me. Jealous much~?"

Barbara blushes bright red, squeezing her thighs together as she crosses her legs, "J-jealous? I-I- I'm not jealous because she tried to kiss you! I was just trying to make sure you didn't get mind-controlled! Kiss whatever girl you want, I don't care!" She stutters out flusteredly, trying to mask her nerves with anger.

Oh yeah, she's jealous alright.