Carrie wiped her face dry and looked up at Bruce with bloodshot eyes. She looked a lot less mean and withdrawn than she had, but much more tired. Her arms were around her once more; she hugged herself tight and felt small. Once again, she missed Dick and wished he could be there supporting her.
Carrie opened her mouth, almost asking what they were supposed to do now. Then she realized she didn't want Bruce to be in control anymore. "I don't have anything else to say."