[Her eyebrows go up for a second as he's talking, and then she's sighing and shaking her head. She leans forward, in towards him until their faces are close.] It wasn't actually meant to be a challenge. [Her voice is calm now, and steady. She reaches a hand up and presses one fingertip between his brows.] You don't want to zombie apocalypse Gotham. We can have a hat party someday without you raising the undead. [That said, her fingertip slides down his nose and she leans back again.]