Bruce is awake. That was the only thought Barbara continually had, over and over, as she made her way to the manor just as the sun was peaking from the horizon. The tone of the thought balanced precariously between of course he's awake like she shouldn't even be surprised and how is he awake!? Because the guy had been without a soul!

But lo and behold! Batman was already back on his goddamn feet after being soulless for several days! She would admit that she could only stare blankly for just a moment. Not only was he back on his feet, he had everyone else sprawled across the bed quietly and without the usual chaos that came when you put all four of the boys in proximity.

He immediately noticed her and gave her a look of such warmth that Barbara felt her breath catch as emotions bubbled up. "I'm glad you're here. Are you alright?" He asked, walking to her and crouching to eye-level.

"Am I alright? You're the one we've all been worried about." She said to him, somehow managing to keep her voice steady though she could feel her eyes starting to mist.

He nodded, "I know, I'm sorry." He softly brushed away a tear that had escaped, patting her cheek gently. Jeeze she thought, exasperated, leaning forward to wrap her sort-of father in a hug. His arms wrapped back around her, as he stood and held her like a little girl. Well she was his little girl. Barbara's dad's nicknames for her had always been things like 'red' or 'Barb' and 'Babs'. But Bruce, or rather, Batman, was the one that called her 'little girl' in the same way he had little nicknames for all the kids that everyone thought came from Dick but it stemmed from Bruce!

"I'm glad you're alright." She said to him. He hummed in agreement and sat her on the bed in front of Dick.

"So, we were just brushing him up on what he missed, and then we were going to grill him on what happened to him." Dick updated her, adjusting the comforter around them and pulling her back into his lap. She spared a glance around the bed, not surprised all 7 of them fit on the bed, but still shocked that no one was going at it. Hell with Jason taking up one side of the bed as he lay on his stomach, with Steph leaning her back against his side. Tim with his head in her lap and his body curled on its side and around Damian(? How the hell did that happen?). Cassandra also sharing the comforter and on her belly with her head on Damian's crossed legs and Dick sitting right next to her with his legs outstretched and now Barbara comfortably seated between them.

"Ah." She nodded, "And so?"

"It was long and boring and now he knows, so it's his turn to spill." Jason answered, a slight sharpness to his voice.

Bruce's stone face was back up as he began to brief them of the events from his side. It was honestly a relief to see the Batman they knew. Barbara settled a little more comfortably with Dick, listening, and just satisfied now that everything was back to normal. Normal, ha.