Barbara had stopped by to speak to Bruce about the goings on with what seemed almost anywhere. Though that had to wait, seeing as upon arrival of the manor Alfred had questioned her of a trip as well. Why was it that she was always out of the loop. Boys were worse than girls.
Rushing down into the cave, she nearly stopped as she saw Tim attemping to dress himself and get into the batjet. Stream lining to the jet, Babs was quizzical about what could make him think he could fly it on his own, let alone allowed to.
"Tim, you'd better get down from there. You aren't allowed to fly that. You can barely drive."