"No, Helena, it's not alright to beat him with a pint glass," Babs lectured over the comm-link fixed into her ear. "No matter how much he may deserve it," she added in a grumble. "I don't care what he said about your legs, just get the information, and-"
She almost swore when Dick announced his arrival. Babs had forgotten he was coming, and he'd arrived at a key moment in the operation. "Didn't Alfred ever tell you not to eat too much bread before dinner?" She called back, a little distracted as the sound of someone in pain came to her ear. "I said-" She broke off as Helena told her what the man had said. "Oh. Well. Hit him once for me." A yelp told her she had. "Now, can we please...?"
Typing as fast as her fingers could move, Babs recorded what Helena got out of the weasel and began cross-referencing it with the rest of the data in their files. Her brow furrowed in concentration, and it took her a minute to realize that Dick was behind her. And talking.
"In a minute." It was an instinctive response, given with little thought. A smile threatened to distract her from her work though, as he continued his patter, teasing her, and she knew he wouldn't stop until he'd captured her attention.
It was just a matter of finding the right bait. Her fingers froze. "Cheesecake?" she asked.