One of the Batcycles buzzed back into the cave, bearing the black-clad form of Batgirl. She'd learned how to ride a motorcycle quickly over the past year, and dashboard readouts were easy for her to understand. This skill came in handy now that her home base was Wayne Manor out in the country. Before that, she'd lived at the Clocktower, which had been a quick jumpline's travel away from her patrol route.
Sure, she was still more than welcome to crash at the Clocktower anytime she wanted, but it was so amazing to think that Wayne Manor and its Batcave was her home now. The newness hadn't yet worn off.
She parked her motorcycle and sprinted toward another reason she enjoyed coming to Wayne Manor: "Alfred!" Pulling off her mask, she enveloped him in a hug as if it had been ages since she'd last seen him. In truth, it had only been a few hours, but she adored him. And his cookies.
She even managed not to get blood (hers or someone else's) on him when she hugged him this time.