She lifted the goggles and he eagerly studied her face, taking in every aspect, though she hadn't changed hardly at all. Her skin was slightly darker, yes, but what really caught him were the freckles. For a moment he nearly caught his breath and actually did take a step - a single step, regaining his control before he closed the distance between them further - closer to get a better view of the light sprinkling of tiny speckles that now covered her nose.
Shoving down the urge to touch her, to trace the pattern on her skin, Bruce forced his gaze upward to her own eyes and saw that she was studying him just as intently. His mouth quirked at one corner - they were a fine, miserable pair, weren't they? As much as he might want her, they were diametrically opposed to one another as long as she continued stealing, and Batman could never have the kind of relationships he, as Bruce Wayne, wanted - it went against his nature, and frankly, he just didn't know how.
"You do it well," he said in a rich, rumbling voice. Tearing his thoughts away from the contemplation of her, he considered the rest of the city. Was there anything she needed to know? "Joker's in Arkham," he said. "Though Harley's free. So is Nigma. There's a new player in town - government organization called SHIELD, set up to keep an eye on superhuman activity. They're Helicarrier just pulled into port over the harbor, but no activity yet." He had no doubt they would be coming to look for him soon.