Johnny let out a loud sigh. He knew there was no way that Helena was going to sit on her hands or even be dissuaded in the slightest. She was like a force of nature sometimes. (And most of the time, Johnny approved.)
He didn't know all the details about what had gone down but the serious determination in Helena's words was not reassuring. It was one thing to get right back into the game it was another to end up being obsessed. (Didn't Gotham already make their quota?)
"Come on, H," he urged, "At least take it easy. For a little bit."