Babs snorted. "Hardly." They both knew that wasn't the issue, however. She didn't like being treated as though she were incapable, and that definitely wasn't Dick's intention, she knew that, but Babs didn't like the feeling that she was being served, either. It had taken her a long time to adjust to her new life, and to learn how to do the things that had once been done without thought. She was capable. She could do things on her own just as well as before - or almost. It was pride that got her more than anything else, and she huffed out a breath.
And let it go. Not something easy for her, but she knew Dick, and even if he worried for her, he believed in her more. There were few people who knew her inside and out, and he was one of them. If he didn't, she suspected, he wouldn't love her. And she couldn't love him. Maybe it was their history, the years they'd spent growing up together, being trained together, but they had a bond few did in relationships. Even when they weren't together, they had been close. Dick might be more outgoing than she was, but both of them had trust issues. To have what they did was something special. Definitely not worth the small stuff.
Especially when there was cheesecake and pasta, although stealing all of the tomatoes was grounds for an argument. Babs gave him the eye and made sure to get some before he took them all, knowing she'd only get one chance.
"You questioned Dinah?" Babs jaw dropped a little. "Yeah, I bet that didn't go over well." Dinah was more than stubborn, she fiercely independent. Not in a way that she wouldn't let others in, but she'd always demanded being treated as her own person. She and Ollie had been a team, but Dinah had never been reliant on him, and she'd turned down more than one offer of marriage on the grounds that she didn't see that it was necessary. After her first, disastrous marriage, who could blame her? That made this marriage to Bruce all the more interesting. "If she agreed to marry him, she's serious. She would never have done it if she wasn't, I can guarantee that, even with the baby. She's strong. Not only that, she doesn't need to be tended to. If he's going to be out all night, she's not going to feel neglected. Dinah gets it."
The baby still amazed her. She knew very well what a miracle it was, and how much it meant to Dinah. As for Bruce... Babs chewed thoughtfully. "Let's be honest - Bruce's method of parenting is unconventional, at best. You were the youngest of the kids, thus far, and he put you in spangled shorts and pixie boots. A baby is a whole other animal. Dinah's at least had experience with Lian." Who was a baby when Roy brought her home. She'd changed diapers and taken her turn rocking her to sleep. "But it's different when it's yours 24-hours a day."
As far as what to do, that part seemed obvious. "You're going to help, of course. You, Alfred, Tim - we're all going to help. You and Tim can patrol for a while. If they can learn how to change diapers and - whatever else you do with babies - so can we." Her eyebrow raised, and she smirked at him. Then, suddenly, she sobered. "Bruce is 43," she said. "When the baby is 21, he'll be 64." She left out the obvious - if he lived that long. "Who knows where - " She bit her lip, eyes shifting down. She didn't want to think about where Alfred might be in 21 years. "He might not need another father, but he is going to need someone to be there."
"Hmh," She grunted, and eyed the cheesecake longingly. "It won't. Not for long." Leaning over, Babs kissed his cheek. "Even you would be back out there sooner rather than later. And I would be back at the computer while nursing. It's who we are." If giving work to Jason kept him reigned in for awhile, she could find something for him to do. "I'll contact him tomorrow. I've got plenty to do."