He opened his eyes and searched her face with them. Just as she was about to protest that he wasn't following the request, he kissed her mask-covered brows. The question he managed to pose to her gave her pause. Emotions warred within her, and she glanced around at her surroundings.
Eventually, she came to a decision. Taking his hand, she led him inside to his living space. She kept the lights off, but she steered them in low light around the furniture and any other possible clutter as if she'd lived here for years. Mindful of the kinds of prying eyes that might be out there on the Gotham rooftops (such as a certain boy assassin whom she'd met the previous night), she wanted to give the two of them some privacy for what she was about to do.
"Close eyes," she told him, this time out loud. Then she removed her mask completely. "Not hiding now." She was well aware of the irony of what she was saying, so she clarified by taking his hands and guiding them over the contours of her face. You can see me this way, her movements conveyed to him.