"I think Bruce is the only one who ever does. I was lying when I told him that he was getting predictable. He's not. Never has been. It's part of the problem. But Bruce has a handle on him that I never will." And she didn't think she wanted to.
Unconsciously her free hand moved to the spots on her stomach where the bullet scars were still completely visible underneath her clothes. She could feel them, even through the shirt. "I still have nightmares, but it does get better. I promise it does. That laugh..." she trailed off after a moment. "Yeah, it stays with you. If you need something to help you sleep I'll give it to you for now."