"I suddenly feel like I'm talking to a therapist." He commented dryly, looking at her with a brow slightly quirked. "Not that that's a bad thing, necessarily. I was certainly trying to escape more than just sleep. I wasn't a fan of the dream I had, nor how I reacted to it, as I managed to ruin what could have been a very good thing."
The thing about crime fighting immediately caught his attention, and he fixated on that, rather hoping to draw attention away from his own issues because he really did not want to go into any sort of detail about why he'd found his dream so unpleasant.
"Fighting crime? I know you said you're not one to mess with, but are you actually a police officer? Or some sort of masked vigilante?" He leaned across the table and lowered his voice to something just above a whisper. "Are you Batman?"