He thought that he may have heard her say something else, and smiled as he filled in the blanks. During their little outing on the docks he had himself appreciated the unobstructed view of her legs, which he had determined were at least as deadly as those deceptively looking delicate hands. It was definitely his preference to use brute force, but he had admired her technique none the less.
"You know, I read in the paper earlier this week that a gang out on the Gotham docks were busted up in the middle of a drug deal. It was thought to be the work of the Batman at first, but one of the gang members claims it was an angry bird man and..."
Carter smiled, and did not try to hide his amusement. "I quote, 'A hot blonde in fishnet stockings.' End quote."
"The times we live in", he said, as a waiter came with two menus for them, and asked if they would like anything to drink to start.
"Do you have a preference in wine? Or would you prefer something else?", he said as he glanced over the drink menu.