"We are," Maria confirmed as she grabbed another egg roll. "Or at least Agent Natchios was, before her encounter with this 'Scarecrow.'" She shook her head as she gave in and took a drink of wine. "We need our own prison. Designed and built for supervillains. One that doesn't cater to their insane tendencies with therapy sessions."
She couldn't say that she was at all surprised by his assessment of the Riddler. "And odds are he won't keep his word even if you do 'solve the riddle'." She made the air quotes with her chopsticks. "And that is why we do not negotiate with terrorists." Shaking her head and stirring her rice, she said, "You know more than anyone else. And we'll keep learning."
She actually softened a little at his comment, but still lightly poked him in the chest. "You're up there and it's my job to see you get further up there. And you'd survive a lot better without a pained back, so take the damn drugs. I need you back," she added seriously.