"Don't touch anything, don't use anything, don't do anything until I get back, am I clear? Robin, your watch her." Bruce ordered, the first time he and Dick had brought Barbara to the cave.
"Don't breathe." Barbara muttered sarcastically. "Hey, you are aware that I know both of your identities, right?" Bruce turned around.
"Third rule: No names in the field."
"We're not in the field. What's the first and second?" Barbara asked. Bruce did his signature Wayne smirk.
"Don't go to the bathroom without you belt, and don't leave home without your belt."
"Noted." Barbara said, sitting down in a huge plush wheelie chair, spinning in circles. Dick sat in front of her, watching her go faster and faster and faster.
"So, pretty soon you're going to have to join 'The Team'." Dick said.
"Hold up, Boy Blunder. I literally got my armour today. Let's focus getting me on patrol with you guys first, before I meet the other, super-powered, protege's." Dick sighed. Barbara was right. She wasn't going to be on patrol overnight, let alone fighting with him on the Team.

Bruce walked into the cave at five in the morning.
"So, you go save the city and leave us here for what reason? You're lucky you're my god-father or my dad would have a-" Bruce shushed Barbara.
"I...have a...headache." He groaned.
"Is he always like this?" Barbara whispered.
"Well, this is just a Monday. You should see him on a Thursday." Dick replied, trying to look serious.

"When you can fight me to the floor, without lethal force, you can come on patrol with us." Bruce announced, once he had changed into a tank top. Barbara was still in her exercise leggings and tank, as she had fallen asleep in them around two am. Bruce didn't expect her to beat him for months.
"When?"
"What?" He asked, surprised.
"When can I fight you?" Barbara asked.
"Well...um..."
"Can I fight you now?"
"Ok." Bruce agreed, taking fighting stance. Barbara did too, only she wasn't putting her weight on the ground. It was like she was almost lifting it off. Bruce lunged at her, but she ducked, kicking him in the ribs.
Dick stood on the sidelines and watched. Bruce grabbed Barbara from behind, but she flipped him into his back. The she knelt down, and held her forearm just below his neck. You didn't need super hearing to know what she whispered, it was so quiet.
"So, Batman. When was the last time you were bested?" She whispered, before standing up, and walking away. Bruce followed, taking a swig from his water bottle.
"You, kid, you've got fight in you." Bruce puffed.
"I'm a commissioner's daughter. Plus, I learnt from my best friend." Barbara looked at Dick, making him blush.