[He tries to hide the shiver up his spine that her long gaze gives him. His shoulder jerks and he smiles. No, he can't stare at Death without blinking, but he also likes how it feels. It makes the riddled man feel small the way the stars do.] I really don't know. In the old Gotham, I didn't have anyone to keep me from swinging too far, so I didn't risk anything. I stayed in a place I was comfortable. But, this- if it goes too far, tell Bruce to dangle me over a roof.