"So wait, there's a boyfriend manual but we don't have a handbook for the newly adopted and rich? What the fuck?" She let out a laugh and shook her head. Sooner or later the long-running joke would be dead, and she knew that but now was not the time. "Oh I don't know. Patrols can be pretty exciting. Especially here in Gotham. Crazy clay and alligator people. A guy that likes to leave riddles that's practically begging to get caught?" And so many others. "Meanwhile we were just relaxing on several beaches and walking around ruins." She met his eyes, a mischievous look in them. "How can you possibly compare the two?"