Third Person POV
When Barbara had brought Dick back to the cave, let's just say that he and Bruce were covered in blood and glass after twenty minutes. Before Babs pried them apart. She was too busy calming Alfred. Plus, as much as she loved her former best friend (she still hasn't decided whether she hated or loved him) and mentor, she kind of thought they both deserved a good punch up.

"So, what do we do now?" Tim asked, and two panting Bats sat opposite each other, glaring.
"We get you back on the team." Bruce said. "Oh, and Barbara? Luscious has alerted me of an experimental procedure we could try, to fix your back." Barbara stared at him in shock, before wheeling herself over to him, and throwing her arms around him.
"If you weren't like, 30 years older than me, I would kiss you." She squealed. "So, when do we do this?"
"We can start tomorrow. It's an eight hour surgery, then we have to put you through six months of therapy, then I have to train you again for a year at least."
"Can you believe it?" Barbara screamed, hugging Dick. "I'm going to be Batgirl again!" Then she remembered she was angry at him.