"I do not agree." Barbara and you were arguing. Again. The argument was over what was better, amorphous silicon carbide, or kevlar. Kevlar being what the batsuits were made out of. Of course, you're googling when she just has the information off the top of her head. Her smug grin catches your attention and the smirk that stretches your lips is a mischievous one.

"You're so pretty when you're cocky." You chuckle, to which she playfully pushes you.

"Shut up." She laughs.