She snorted faintly at the question of breaking in, shaking her head. "If I pay for the hours and the latte, will you not turn me into the Gotham's finest?" she asked lightly and leaned to the vigilante. "After you turn yourself for those terrible-driving-skills and the shooting-people-with-arrows things?"
But the Huntress asked for her intent and she pulled a few screens up for her to skim. "The Joker is like black mold, just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not lurking in your grout. There's something cooking in Gotham that's doing it's best to not be noticed."