"It's just sad that it takes something that drastic for people to open their damn eyes." Helena sighed, swinging her feet over the ledge and overlooking the cityscape with him. In the right lighting Gotham was actually romantic this time of night either that or it was a particularly quiet evening. Her head turned to his and she smirked when he complimented her.
"Thanks, despite the gross looking stitch job I managed when I encountered your worse half the other night." she spoke, rolling up the sleeve of her black and purple leather jacket to show him her knife wound. She'd sewn it up herself but it was difficult given it's awkward angel and the fact that she was forced to work with her non-dominant hand.
"You can thank Robin II for that one. Kid really is a nut-job."