A spike of excitement, as when two old friends meet. A sudden withdrawal of that emotion. And just as quickly a wary, internal emotion flagging his uncertainty.
But he was not afraid of her. There was no anger or hatred bruising his aura. Raven turned toward him fully, high heels quiet on the rooftop, a pale leg sliding free of the dark, slithery fabric of her dress. The hood shaded her indigo eyes, but a glint of their color could still be seen, the street lights below reflecting upward into her hood enough for the high cheekbones and dark lips to be seen.
She looked him over, just as curious as he likely was of her now. She had no aggression to her stance; in fact, she seemed more willing to retreat from him any moment though her legs remained straight and flat-footed in the heels. Now it was her turn to be uncertain, heard in the husky quaver of her voice.
"Does Batman and his progeny no longer protect Gotham?"