"Really?" One of Rose's eyebrows quirked higher than the other. She could not imagine Gotham awarding someone with the 'best ass'. "You must be so proud," Rose playfully teased.
Her eyes followed his movements. It was an odd thing, this version of Dick. She wasn't used to the difference in personality. Less tightly wound, more unfettered. She knew she was different too. Rose had different memories, she knew that much, but what else. Rose would never admit to it, but she was a little anxious because what if she wasn't the best version of herself. What if she was some watered-down incarnation?
Although, it was less worrisome now. Something else took space in her mind, shoving all her worries in some deep crevice.
Rose straightened herself, rolling her shoulders back. "Bring it."