Barbara resisted the urge to roll her eyes or let out an exasperated sigh. "Dick," Barbara had a way of saying it that made it ambiguous if she was saying his name or calling him one, "Ley's just try to be polite and not have another father/son shouting match." For her part she was gratified to just be able to move easily, most of Gotham had wheelchair access right out of the 70s. The 1870s, to be precise. 

"If Bruce gets under your skin, just go find Tim, you can bond over how annoyed he makes you." She tempered her rebuke with a smile and leaned up and forward to hit the doorbell.