This man had a cape and obviously was a fighter of some kind. She had no idea what his name was, but in Gotham you didn't run around giving your name to just anyone that walked up on the street and saved your butt. You didn't know who was helping and who was hurting unless they wore the symbol. And Gotham citizens wouldn't keep their mouths shut. But Barbara was good at keeping secrets.
As he scooped her from the scaffold, Barbara wound her arms gently around his neck to hold on. She was used to people flying, Superman and Supergirl flew so it didn't surprise her. The view was spectacular of the place though, whatever it was called.
Only when they arrived at the spacious, luxurious place did Barbara start to get curious. She was used to lavish, too. The Batcave and Wayne manor reeked of money. The layout of the apartment didn't surprise her. He must have been very important.
Settling down in the washroom, Barbara unwound herself from him and began to unsnap the buttons on her gloves. "Thanks for your help. I didn't get your name?" One glove, then the other came off. She set them on the sink and then removed the utility belt. Next came the zipper of her jacket. She pulled the thing from her torso to expose her black tank top. Then, finally, Barbara lifted her hands to her head and peeled off the mask.