It had been a long time since Barbara had something like, like Dick. There was no one in the world like him, of all the people she knew, all the people she worked with, all the guys she'd dated, there was only one person she knew would always pick up when she called. And it was Dick. And that seemed to be true even now, the universes didn't matter the pocket universe didn't matter wherever they were together they were still who they always were. And that was a surprising comfort in the midst of all of this.
"Yeah." She agreed, tipping her face just enough to press a little more against the warmth of his thumb against her cheek. "We are, we have been since you first started following me." She said with a soft laugh, in those early days she'd been annoyed by the idea of it, like Batman hadn't trusted her do take care of herself and sent Robin to check up on her. But she'd learned pretty quickly that Dick didn't really work like that. And after that? They'd always been there for one another.
"You're going to stay with me, right?" She asked him, because in her mind she'd already decided, Dick was going to be living with her, because they were them, but she might have been rushing into things. "I mean you don't have to but - I've got room."