"If you want to think of it as stealing." Max might as well have been whistling not-so-innocently and looking up at the sky. "I preferred to think of it as 'surviving in a place that wouldn't take my creds'. And now I'm going to think of it as, 'making sure my best friend doesn't starve to death and has a roof over his head'. Doesn't that sound better than stealing?"
She grinned brightly at him. Likely it was going to take a lot more convincing than just that, but there would be time later.
"I met Supergirl. The Flash is here too, but he's calling himself Impulse. And I met Green Arrow and Wonder Woman," Max said. "She calls me 'Oracle', which is... so schway. Scary, but schway. This whole place is crawling with people from our textbooks... not that you would know anything about those." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
"Maybe he's from Diana's time," she suggested, thinking over the Joker. "I mean... it's good that he's not our Joker, I think, just because that means Tim's alright, you know? And there're no gangs-- I still can't get over that. More insane, though? Kinda wish the old man was here."