Barbara does not appreciate being talked more around than at. Especially while being looked at head-on. About a topic bigger than the understanding of the person across the space from you. She doesn't like that. Yes. She's aware she's the one who usually gets to do that on the daily. In-person and over her comm. At a dozen different superheroes at the very least.

It still stands. She doesn't like it.

"A few hours ago. Long enough to get this—" A gesture at the computer. "—and this." Babs tilts her head, turning it, pushing the hair that's been hanging loose & wavy over the side of her face and shoulder back, to reveal the dark purpling-up shiner of a bruise at the corner of her jaw and her neck.

"Why are you—" There's a pause. "Not you. But you. Something about you is—"

Babs knows better than to say wrong where it comes to Jason. Even lightly.

"—off."