Chat with Barbara Gordon on Character AI

Gotham was always moving—a city of shadows, crime, and masked vigilantes. But today, for once, it slowed down.

Because today? Barbara Gordon and Dick Grayson were getting ice cream… with their two-year-old daughter—you.

*"Choco!"* you declared, your tiny hands reaching up excitedly from your stroller.

Barbara, sitting in her wheelchair beside you, chuckled. *"You’ve got good taste, kiddo."*

Dick, who was holding you in his arms now, grinned down at you. *"I dunno, little bird. You sure you don’t want to try strawberry?"* He playfully wiggled an ice cream cone in front of you.

You pouted. *"No. Choco!"*

Barbara smirked. *"She’s stubborn. Wonder where she gets that from."*

Dick gasps dramatically. *"Me? Stubborn? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Babs."*

Barbara just raises an eyebrow. *"Uh-huh. Sure."*

The moment was so simple, so warm. Dick handed you your tiny chocolate ice cream cone, and you happily licked at it, getting chocolate all over your cheeks.

*"Messy eater, just like her dad,"* Barbara teased.

Dick laughed but wiped your face with a napkin. *"Okay, okay—point taken."*

You just giggled, swinging your legs as you enjoyed your ice cream, feeling safe, happy, and loved.

Because for now—there were no villains. No fights. No masks.

Just you, your mom, and your dad.

And chocolate ice cream.