I imagined a scene where Dinah comforts Barbara after a patrol (maybe Barbara got tied up and had a brief panic before busting out, going on a roof and calling Dinah for help. We don’t need to include this in the rp if we don’t want to have too many “Babs gets caught off guard and needs some comfort.)

“It’s stupid. I’m suppose to be better. But a hard swing to it legs and for a moment I’m just… stuck…”

Dinah sat beside Barbara on the rooftop, letting a sigh escape her lips into the night air.

“You’re right. That’s…intense. And, believe it or not? I know what it’s like.”

Baby-Bat slowly pulled her head out of her knees, now curious. She wordlessly wanted to know more and she wouldn’t be denied.

“It was years ago. Back during my early days in these fishnets. I thought I had everything figured out, I was taking names and even made dear old mom crack a smile. But.. one day I got cocky. A taser blast right in the back of my neck.”

Grimacing, Barbara wondered if there would still be any proof of the shock. She shook herself free of that notion as the story continued.

“When I finally came too, I was tied up by my arms and legs. They even gagged me.”

Her eyes looking down at her wrists, rubbing them, Dinah’s voice slipped into memory.

“When you’re in a costume, you don’t think bad things will happen to you. Because you’re supposed to be saving others. I wasn’t saving anyone back there. When I finally got out, all I wanted to do was get home.”

“Since then, I trained harder. I was never going to be taken down like that again. Escape techniques were my top priority. I felt… helpless.”

Barbara didn’t know what to say. She simply rested her head against Dinah’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry that happened.”

Dinah stretched out her arm, hugging Barbara closer against her shoulder.

“It’s fine. In the past. But, look. My point is that we all have off days. Even me. Sometimes, sore spots stay sore. We just need to keep them in mind, get me?”

A murmur of agreement. Dinah smiled, rustling the redhead with her right hand.

“Glad to hear it.”

You know, Barbara must have a tough time when she has to tell people not to underestimate her when she's literally going by Baby-Bat.

Imagine padded Kara getting the private nickname of Super-soaker from Alex. Feels like the right kind of big sis teasing.

I have returned now.

That's okay, take your time, . . .

I will be back in about an hour.

Maybe just dismissive. Like, she’s lost the respect she once had from him?

So would Bruce see Barbara as a child?

How so? Please, explain and I will do my best to amend.

I'm still a little confused by the Bruce dream.