Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>"Har, har, har, you're sleeping on the couch, buddy."  Her teasing grin turned to a grimace when he told her where he was staying.  "The Briarwood?  Yeahhh...we're getting you out of there right now."  She pulled out and they headed to the Barrens, only rivaled by the Narrows for the title of worst neighborhood in all of Gotham.  Gotham's proverbial Skid Row, the area had more homeless than home owners with drug dealing and prostitution the number one and number two most common occupations.<br/><br/>Like a crumbling castle, the Briarwood Motel stood amidst a moat of abandoned buildings and abandoned cars, a moat filled with broken needles and broken dreams.  "I'll keep the motor running," Babs informed her new crimefighting partner.  "Get your stuff.  If you're not back in fifteen, I'm changing into Batgirl and busting down the door."  She was only half-joking.<br/><br/>Compared to Jason's soon-to-be vacated residence, her place might as well have been stately Wayne Manor.  "Hey, Marci, Jason's going to be staying with me for awhile," Barb told her working partner when they walked back into her office.  "Uh-huh, sure, no problem," Marci acknowledged, head buried in texting.<br/><br/>She led him to the door at the back of the office.  It opened to reveal a narrow stairwell.  The first floor of the building was her law office.  The second floor a vast open gym/training area- hardwood floors, mats, exercise equipment with all manner of sparring equipment lining the walls.  Finally, they made it to the third floor.  Her living quarters.  A large loft apartment, nicely if somewhat sparsely furnished.  There were the normal young professional fixtures, 4K flatscreen, entertainment system, retina-display iMac, PC, hi-end stainless steel kitchen.  A big, comfy, black leather couch.  Tasteful wood dining table and chairs.  A library filled with an eclectic mix of chunky computer manuals, law books, police textbooks, sci-fi novels, detective fiction, Dickens and Nancy Drew books.  Big bay windows filled the area with light.  A large bedroom was down the hallway.  The only incongruous, out-of-place feature was a heavy sliding steel door, locked and bolted, to the right of the bedroom.<br/><br/>"Home, sweet home," Babs announced, spreading her arms so her new roommate could take in the view.