Well, it wouldn’t be impossible for Bruce to agree in giving him a utility belt, or at least just one with a rope like that. He normally just used his powers, never had any kind of equipment, but one that could allow him to wrap the unconscious criminals, would come in handy a lot. “Maybe he will, I could always try and ask him, won’t harm,” he was already helping him with his fighting skills by training him, maybe he would also not mind giving him a belt like that. He supposed he would only find out if he asked him. “Really? Maybe is just because you just got here, you will slowly run into familiar faces, it’s a big city, there is that too, so you don’t immediately run into people that easily.”
That was true, things to them were never easy, there were always something to complicate things, and make things harder for them. “That’s a good point,” he admitted, even then, he wouldn’t change his life for anything, it was who he was meant to be, who he was. “Seems perfect, it’s always the best place to get in.”
Kon might not have had the bat symbol on his chest, but he was family. And that was something she doubted Bruce would be able to ignore. He might frown and garner himself another wrinkle on his forehead, but Babs was sure that he’d give Kon something. “You’re right, no harm in asking,” she said, smiling as she nodded her head. “Yeah, and I figure that’s partially my fault, between moving, finding a job, and this,” Babs said, waving towards the tied up men, “I haven’t had a lot of time to drop in on the old team. We should do something normal next time -- coffee maybe?”
Complications made their lives so interesting -- and Babs would have said that a boring life would be nice... but she had wanted to be a cop before she put on the mask and became Batgirl. This was always going to be her life, one way or another. Babs pulled the trigger on her grappling hook and then pulled on it again to make sure the line was tight before using it to ascend the building. On the roof, Babs looked at the vent -- likely the easiest way for them to get in that wasn’t bursting through the front doors. “How many can you hear? And where?” She asked, waiting for his reply as she looked for a tool to help get the vent grate off.