[Chalk bonding with her mentee's ex-rogue husband up on the cards. Stephanie was like black type on white, easy to read. Yeah, okay, she could handle the JL-Riddler version. Dinah knocked back the last in the line of the shots and winced as the burn hit the back of her throat, cured with lime. Get to know each other. Maybe lay out the 'you hurt her, I drop you off a roof' line of thinking.
And then babies. Babies. Was she supposed to want one? She didn't want one. They were small and they broke easily and they cried for things you didn't know they needed. Oracle had always been braver sitting parked at a computer screen than any of them, but a baby? That was one mission she wasn't putting her hand up for.]
I'm trying to picture not-my-Bruce as a grandpa. It's hysterical.