Re: Batcave: Cat & Bat
She smiled when he laughed, and it was a real smile. The anger gone from her features for a second, and she shook her head. "You're such a boyscout." He was. Oh, he had anger to spare, and he dressed up in a cape and cowl and beat up criminals within an inch of their lives, but he was moral. Conning someone? No. She knew he could be a tactician, but he would never consider that a con. The corner of her mouth tipped, warm despite the glaze around her vision. She wasn't angry at him, no. There was a first time for everything.
She vacillated on her determination to help this city. She loved Gotham, and that would never change. She wanted to help the people at the bottom of the food chain, just like she always had, whether she admitted it or not. But she wasn't quite as willing to do it at the risk of her own happiness anymore. Maybe it was the absence of the deathwish that had weighed her down for years, but she wasn't quite as dedicated these days. To a good time? Sure. To risking her tail? She wasn't as sure. "We should talk about the mobs," she reminded him. And, alright, so maybe she was taking advantage of the fact that he wouldn't argue as much when she could barely sit up in her chair without swaying.
She was looking at him by the time he looked up, and her quirked brow said she knew he was stalling. Come on; she knew him better than that. "It's adorable that you think you can stall without me realizing it." But his response made her grin, a softening thing. "I have no idea how we managed to make the time get married in any version of any world," she admitted. Maybe the toxin made the words easier. Maybe it had something to do with the way the walls of the cave weren't stone anymore, and she was increasingly unsure whether this conversation was even happening. It made things easier.