[Wayne Tower: Alexanders]
[She heard Lou come in, but she didn't say anything until he was in the kitchen, black mug and hot water. Yeah, ok, that staring was kind of what she was freaked out about, but better him than Neil, and she could so do this shit. She jumped off the counter, black treads on her Docs scuffing the pristine floor, and she tossed her arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek, and fuck if the water sloshed.]
Hey, you.
[And then she climbed back onto her perch, young bones and no fucking scars.]
Dude, Iris is fucking Batman. How does that shit even happen?