"I wish you'd be more careful." she said, eying him nervously as she sat on the edge of her bed. "It's not a toy, y'know."
He grinned. "Come on, Babs, I'm keeping it perfectly level. I grew up doing stuff like this, if you'll recall." He was sitting in her manual wheelchair, leaning backward in it so that the front wheels were off the ground, balancing it into a wheelie.
"It's a little different than a tightrope." she replied with a slight stern edge to her voice. "Grayson, if you break anything important, I'm gonna kill you." He let it land gently onto the floor, then rolled it over to where she was perched.
"See? Good as new. Nothing on it is damaged in the slightest." he said, cocky smugness tingeing his words. She leaned forward and gently placed her hand on his head, giving his forehead a half-hearted smack. "I didn't mean the chair, doof. I meant you. You break anything important in that body, I'm gonna kill you." she said with a loving grin.
He placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, popping his body upward out of the chair. He did the splits in that position, then flipped his body upward so that his legs were pointed toward the ceiling in a handstand. "See? Good as new." he assured the inverted image of Barbara Gordon in front of him. She leaned in and kissed him on his upside-down lips. "Better keep it that way."
