[Dinah understood love. It was a bitch, and it bit you whenever you tried turning around fast but she wanted it the way she wanted what her parents had had: in-jokes and fights that could be smoothed over with bad flowers, the solidity of one hand over the other in a hospital bed.
This Gotham was different: Oracle walking around was enough to make that clear. And if Riddler could make himself over into a man she didn't want to toss out the door on his ass? That was shiny and unexpected.]
I trust where I see something to trust. If he's something to trust, it'll happen. [She reached out, pulled the tail-ends of Steph's blond hair, warm smile.] You don't have to get defensive. The family's a whole new world, here. I've got that loud and clear.