Len chuckled when she said she might shoot him, stabbing some hash browns and scooping egg up onto his fork as well. "Fair enough." He agreed before shoving food into his mouth.
At some point, he really was going to need to find some time to sleep. He'd been out all day and with what he'd found out from Selina, he was going to be out for most of the night too. Which was a shame-- he didn't like working at night in Gotham; too many chances to run into something ugly with wings and pointy ears... but robberies in broad daylight presented their own troubles. No, if he was going to pull something in Gotham, he was going to have to risk doing it at night.