And after what she'd said, what she'd admitted to, the blood he knew was on those hands--

It wasn't the first time he'd taken her back, knowing that she had been tainted. It wasn't the first time, and she'd had to fight so hard, so hard to show him that she did truly understand. Understand why they did not kill. Why they acted as they did. Why she was worthy to be Batgirl, to wear a name tied to both him and Barbara.

Her hands aren't clean. But they are hers. And it's both of these reasons that make it mean something more as she puts them in his. And yet--

"I hunted him down," she says quietly. "I intended to kill him, as he intended to kill Barbara. But... I didn't. And you locked him away."

She seeks out his eyes again.

"That was when you said... I had a family. When you gave me your name."