For as much time between her day job at NYU and in the Clocktower Barbara was prone to getting restless. She also liked to give Dick Grayson a hard time, whether it was over the bat-family comm lines or in person, it was one of her favorite things to do. It had been since she was younger and donned the Batgirl suit while he still wore the scaly shorts and Robin sigil on his chest. As much as she gave him a hard time, she loved Dick. Dearly, in fact. Maybe a bit too much if the racing heart was any indication of how she was feeling at the moment arriving outside his apartment door. Of course though, she had a spare key and let herself in.
Rolling forward, Babs eyed the mess of an apartment. Typical. “House call!” She called out teasingly as she shut the door behind her. “I brought food that isn’t of the sugary cereal kind.” She move the bag of takeout food she had on her lap over to the coffee table and pushed forward to find wherever Dick may be hiding inside the apartment. “There you are. This is place is just as messy as the last time I saw it. How you live like this is beyond me. It’s giving me anxiety just looking at it.”
“Ouch--” Shoulder checking himself into the wall, eyes trained on the small handheld device before him, Dick hummed noncommittally at the woman. A moment of silence. An angry grunt. “Damnit - I’ve been trying to get in this thing for hours!” Dick waved the small phone around, a bright blue screen and a 4-digit code box empty where his thumb laid on the glass.
Huffing, Dick threw the phone onto the counter in front of Babs, giving her a large smile a second later. “Welcome,” Finger guns, “If I leave it like this for long enough, Jason will break in, clean it out of sheer anger and distaste, and steal whatever valuables I have lying around.”
Peeking through the bag of takeout, Dick grinned, seeing the little containers from his favorite asian-fusion place. “Now this is a gift, mi amore.” Dick pulled out the chop sticks and a little cardboard box filled with pad thai. Within moments he was shoveling it into his mouth, noodles hanging over the side of one lip. “I am what most men strive for, clearly,” Dick laughed, gesturing for a napkin with a smile.
