She couldn't help but smile within her mask at the blush that colored his face. It was difficult to see in the low light, but his posture and expression conveyed it more than anything.
He also conveyed his hope that she would be safe, even without having to gesture it out. She found it to be incredibly sweet.
He described the way he perceived Gotham City. She realized his gift for language meant he saw the world in a way seemingly no one else did. Not even her. She could read a few things -- mostly physical -- but was illiterate to almost everything else. He could read everything, whether he wanted to or not. She had no idea what that was like, but just being here, watching his body, she could glimpse the beauty he saw, even behind closed eyelids.
Stepping forward, she raised herself on her tiptoes and placed gentle kisses on his eyelids. Then she kissed him again on the lips, gently at first, then with increasing passion. Keep your eyes closed, her kiss told him.
Placing her hands on his arm and should, she guided him into a sitting position on one of the plastic chairs and kissed him again. Lose yourself in me.