"Yeah," he scoffed. "If it... helps at all, Batman is trying to... find a way to get the good people out of the Narrows. Or the ones who... don't want to be there, at least. I'd help, if I knew what to do. And here would start the misery that would usually lead to my drinking instead of sleeping if I let it, where I feel impotent as a cop, as the commissioner. Good thing we don't keep the stuff in the house anymore. You should get some sleep," he murmured to her. "Me, too, I think. At least try to."