[Maybe she should have been more worried that she could follow his thoughts, that she so often knew what he was talking about. Maybe having too much in common with the Mad Hatter was something she should have been avoiding. But she only focused on the fact that because she understood him, she was letting him too close to her. And she worried. Even as she watched his hat land on his head again and wondered if she should have been so quick to give it back.
Her eyes took in the hallway around them when he started talking about staying there. There, where anyone could walk by and see that she was outside of her door, that she was with him. Somehow she didn't worry the same way about Bruce, even though she knew people in Gotham had seen them together. She knew that Bruce could protect himself, but Hatter seemed somehow more innocent to her. More needing to be kept away from the chaos of her life.
She hesitated at his questions. So simple, things that had nothing to do with her history. Just questions. And a part of her wanted to sink into them, to believe that it could be that simple to talk to someone. But her eyes took in the hallway again, and she bit hard at her lip (sting of split chapped skin) before responding to any of it.] Blue. Green with mint. Cheese and tomato sauce on crust. It tells stories through singing, usually in another language. ...I can't stay.