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“You’re moping.”
Barbara raises her chin from her hands, turning her head to give Dinah an indignant look. “I don’t mope.”
Dinah looks far from convinced as she wags a spoon at her from the dining room. “Uh-huh. Come here, we’re having some mint chocolate chip.”
Barbara rolls her eyes, but - well, Dinah did go to the trouble of bringing it, and it is from the best ice cream place in Gotham. She can stare at old footage later.
“You know, it’s okay if you don’t solve a mystery in one day.” Barbara scowls as she accepts the offered spoon.
“This isn’t a game of Clue, Dinah. Lives are at stake.”
Dinah rolls her eyes as she dives into her ice cream. “Yeah, usually mine. I know the stakes, but you can’t expect yourself to be some omnipotent - “
“Oracle?” Barbara smirks as she raises a spoonful to her lips. Dinah rolls her eyes even harder.
“You’re lucky I like you so much. I could just take my ice cream and leave.”
Barbara presses a hand to her chest, mouth agape. “You wouldn’t.”
Dinah raises her chin. “I would! And - ” She reaches into a massive handbag, and pulls out a makeshift box set. “You wouldn’t get this, either.”
Barbara really does stare, this time. “Is that the complete series of Babylon 5?”
Dinah’s grin redefines ‘smug’. “Think I can pull you away from the monitors long enough for a marathon?” She wags a figure at Barbara’s immediate hesitation. “You need a break. You won’t do anyone any good like this.”
“You don’t even like Babylon 5.”
Dinah rolls her eyes again, before swooping over the table to kiss Barbara on the nose.
“I like you, remember?”