Re: Batcave: Cat & Bat
"You're being awfully accommodating, even if pointing out when a woman is lying isn't recommended." Because, no, she hadn't given up, had she? For all that she wanted to, she'd been handing out keys to Marvel and suggesting solutions. And, really, no one should ever listen to her advice, and hadn't they all realized that already?
Maybe - no, definitely - if it was someone else, she would've lied about the baby. But there wasn't much point with him, and she always lied less when she felt terrible. It was just a thing, illness, getting beneath the fur. "I was in the neighborhood," she said of seeing the baby, but the smile that made it past the slightly unfocused gaze said that wasn't entirely true. Oh, she hadn't held her. No, no, nothing like that. But she'd seen her, and she sighed and gave up the pretense. "Babs was worried about raising her here. We had a nice chat. I haven't seen Dickie yet."
She gratefully let him lead her to a chair, as if it was a ballroom and, "you know, you owe me a charity event," she reminded him out of the blue, and she glanced around the cave as she shrugged off the coat and let it fall along the chair's back. "Just so you know? This cave? Just turned into the Gotham Museum of Art." She looked back at him, and she rolled up her sleeve. "Ivy's little toxin must play with the mind. And emotional crises? Much harder to deal with. I gave Eddie a key to Marvel. He was miserable. Steph was-" She shook her sadly about the little blonde bat. "And Holly can't figure out what to do with her life. Give me some good old toxin any day, Mr. Wayne."