Barbara rolled her eyes at Dick, he was obsessed with how well his ass fit into his costume, it was honestly kind of charming though, to see more evidence of those universal constants. Even here this Dick was so much like her own it was easy for forget he wasn't.
"Well Bruce wasn't exactly advertising that he was Batman or anything like that, and I mostly operate on my own - my dad had pretty good health insurance though." She said with a small laugh, "That and kevlar, with shock plates in the right places and of course the leather, it all takes the brunt of the trauma that you go up against, makes it easier to come out the other side more bruised than actually dead."
It was honestly a wonder they weren't all dead, Barbara knew that. She'd come close enough any number of times, and Dick had - well he hadn't but she'd thought so, and Jason, and Bruce. Things were complicated when you were part of the Batfamily, but someone needed to stand up against the wackos who tried to come for Gotham. They weren't like Metropolis with Superman looking out for them, they had to do it themselves.
"I think it's all just a matter of knowing whether or not you can make a difference, and if it's worth it. I think I'v saved enough people at this point since I started doing this years ago to say that it's worth it to me. I'd trade myself, to keep the people I love safe, you don't have to be a metahuman to feel that way."