Returning his kiss with no less affection or simplicity, she smiles.

Her voice is quiet. "You're an amazing man, and I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my hero, and it's not because of whatever suit you're wearing, it's because whenever I'm at my lowest, it's you who saves my spirit. And that's separate from what you do for everyone else."

Babs kisses him softly one more time, pressing her forehead to his. "So, I'll say it again: Thank you, Dick. Just having you here with me, even for a little while, remind me I'm not alone, or helpless, so that I can be strong for dad."

She doesn't say what's hanging in the air between them - again, toeing the line without quite crossing it - but it's certainly implied and she knows he's smart enough to know that, and doesn't hide it. That part doesn't scare her as much anymore, and if anyone needs to know that someone loves him, it's Dick.

But it's the truth - she is proud, and he does inspire strength in her. Always has. She has too few opportunities to say so, and in the stress of the last week - the last few months she figures he needs to hear it.