"It's nothing," he replied, clicking through channels. His life story wasn't something he was willing to get into right now. After a few minutes of silence, he looked over at her. Not too long ago, she had been with him, slaughtering and beating the hell out of some of Gotham's worst thugs. Now she was balled up in a t-shirt looking like an average girl. He clicked the channel again. He wasn't really watching, so much as staring at the television. Too much had went down that day, he didn't like the fact that his scent was 'unique' (as much has he hated to admit it), and he was far too exhausted to delve into anything personal.