Re: Batcave: Cat & Bat
Her grin, when he said he felt too old to be a boyscout, was warm. "Alright, maybe we come up with another term?" But try as she might, she had a very hard time coming up with an adult term that didn't make her think of some kind of corruption. Maybe that was just Gotham, where everything was dirty. Police, the courts, the doctors, the humanitarians. None of them could be trusted, and she gave him a little shrug of apology. Oops, and I've got nothing. Adulthood came hard in Gotham, and boyscout was the best she could muster.
And she was surprised he went so willingly into the conversation about the mobs. Did she want to take them down from the inside? "I don't know. Eddie's not himself, and Damian's gone, and with the quiet it doesn't seem as important." She looked at him, as he busied himself with needle and blood. "Do we care?" And maybe that was the delusion asking, and maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was that new malaise settling close to the bone, the one that wondered if life was more important than saving this city.
She chuckled when he commented about being adorable. "Not the first descriptor I would choose, but fitting in this situation." She watched the blood in the vial as he rolled away on the chair, and she tugged her sleeve down as he worked. "I wonder if you made me sign a prenup." She considered standing, but she gave herself just a second longer. "Keep an eye on Jay. Things over in his other neighborhood are complicated, and I don't have the insight I had once."
A pause. "I gave Eddie a key. I told him to go, if he wanted. I think he was going to," she warned.