It would be the first time her lips curved upwards since their interactions. It was a small smile, but it was noticeable enough. "I do." Most people underestimated a girl her age, but she guessed Gotham was different. Children had been running around in the night here for a long time.
Beneath the stench and stink of the Gotham air, she could smell him. His scent was different. It wasn't just different, it was wrong. Tracking him hadn't been hard. She wondered if he knew about it. Her nose twitched all the same. "Would you like to trade notes?" It was a simple offer. She would accompany him if he'd let her.