I did not expect my cute little book about a divorced old lady getting adopted by some soccer kids against her will to just casually have queer rep, but i am very pleased
Robin doesn't have to sneak into the batcave, but she does take care to make sure she's alone before she leaves the mug in front of the computer, jauntily filled with a bag of fair-trade Sumatra beans.
Eyes narrow suspiciously out of habit at the little symbol that looks up at him but it doesn’t matter as much as soon as the scent of the delicious beans waft up into his perimeter. Gaze looking down at it then to pick it up and give another look and then around him as if to double check his little coffee elf would be around to lay her trap on him.
When there’s none, he double checks the Batcave footage as if to confirm his suspicions before he gets up with a small amused smile to make himself a well brewed cup of coffee. If he runs by Robin on his way up to the kitchen, all the better.