Bruce: You’re up early.
Alfred: No…I haven’t been to bed yet either.
He and Barbara are in the kitchen. Barbara is sitting at the table.
Alfred: I’ve been trying to get her to eat something, Master Bruce.
Barbara: And I keep telling him he’s not my mother and I’m not hungry.
Bruce: Come on, Barbara -
Bruce puts his arms around her.
Bruce: - you’re among friends here…there’s no reason to bring the war home.
Barbara: Is that so…?
She steps away from them.
Barbara: Well, from now on the war’s over for me.
Bruce: What’s that supposed to mean?
Barbara: It means I’m hanging up my costume until I get past whatever’s eating its way out of my brain. You can go on as Batman - but I need you to move out of here.