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"I can probably help you there," Barbara says, and it takes her a moment before she realizes she's spoken.
Stephanie pauses, the wry smile dripping slowly from her mouth to be replaced with a moue of confusion as her glass of wine hovers awkwardly near her lips. She had been about to take a drink when Barbara spoke. "Uhm," Stephanie says. "What?"
They didn't get to just sit together and talk much. Stephanie was consistently busy with her work as Batgirl, and Oracle never took a day off. Right now, though, things were in a lull for all of her wayward flock, so she'd set the computers on diagnostics and scanning and called Stephanie over for a girl's night. Batgirl had been benched for a couple of days while she healed a bruised rib enough for vigilante work and was climbing the walls with inaction.
"I said, I can probably help you there." Barbara feels a little sheepish for a moment, but soldiers on.
She and Stephanie had been getting giggly, the wine not enough to truly impact them more than a warm pleasant feeling and a mild case of the giggles, but it had sufficiently loosened their tongues to start sharing some intimate details. Stephanie had been bemoaning her dry spell lately - her hectic schedule and questionable scars made it difficult for her to get any action that wasn't Kevlar plated.
They'd been laughing and commiserating and the thought had both occurred to her and burst out of her simultaneously. She was sheepish now about how heavy handed she'd been with its delivery, but she couldn't bring herself to take it back.
"You..." Stephanie's eyes were narrowed, not in suspicion but confusion. "You can help me get laid?" The words were slow and measured, like she was tasting each one for quality and correctness before she spoke them.
Barbara busied herself with a quick sip of wine. She couldn't really tell if her sudden adrenaline rush was making it taste better, or if she was reaching that point of gentle inebriation where alcohol became delicious. She took another sip and raised an eyebrow. "If you're interested."
"I'm not actually looking for a relationship right now, Babs." Stephanie took another sip of her wine. Barbara was glad - if she'd been frightened off she would have stopped drinking.
"Good," Barbara replied. "He isn't either. He's happy where he's at." She knew for certain. "I think he'd be pleased to help out a friend though. He likes making people happy."
Stephanie looked confused again. Barbara tried not to notice how adorably much she looked like a puppy when she tilted her head to the side. "Are you suggesting -"
Barbara shrugged but maintained eye contact while she took another sip. "Just putting it on the table." She smiled gently and changed the subject. "Any new updates on your neighbors?"
Stephanie took a bigger swallow and a deep breath. "Well, I think they got another swing, because I could hear them grumbling and hammering away. They were even louder and I could hear the ceiling creak, but I guess the rafters held this time..."
Stephanie was animated as she told about the noisy, kinky exploits of her neighbors, but Barbara could see the thought lingering in the back of her mind.