"Are you sure you're still up for babysitting? I can call tonight off. That's three sets of eyes off the streets, you know?"
Bruce is already determined to ignore her, if he was honest, having gotten his grandson back. John just already laughing in his arms and trying to grab at his scruff as if it was the most fascinating thing. He couldn’t disagree since it seemed to keep him entertained for now.
“ Barbara. It’s fine. “ He finally reiterated, looking up and away from John to his mother with a reassuring smile. “ I’m sure everything will be fine. “
He turns away then, moving to a chair to sit down and distract John by making faces despite having discovered from their last visit that John was more amused with his lack of expression than any attempt at making comical faces.
“ And if all things go utterly disastrous, I have the League on speed dial. Let them fare against Gotham for once. “ He added, looking up again and propping the little boy that seemed to objectively protest against his “faces” to a sitting position so he could smile and wave at his mom. “ Now shoo, you’re taking valuable Grandfather and Grandson time from me. “