She flushes at the compliment, but splotchy as her face is from crying it’s probably hard to tell.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” she assures him with some amusement. “The first time I met him I hit him in the face with a brick.” And that had worked out really nicely for them. She misses him. She misses being comfortable around him, meshing, not arguing or hiding things from each other.

“Grayson,” she repeats, committing the name to memory. “And Damian. I never really got the chance to talk to Nightwing. I heard a lot about him from Tim, though. Seems like they’re pretty close.” So Grayson is probably nice enough. Probably. She wonders what he’d think of her now. Come to think of it, she wonders what he thought when he found out she was pregnant. Barbara never brought it up but there’s no way they didn’t know about it.

“So... Batman has a kid?” She’s skeptical for obvious reasons.