The Amazon didn't answer immediately. She shifted a little on the couch the moment he walked through the door; she'd come to know that he was around just by a feeling. He was comfortable. It took her a little longer to wake up and look at him through heavy lids. She offered him a small smile, and he could probably see the disappointment there too.
The Bat didn't get sick. He didn't let something as ridiculous as a cold, the flu, or even the plague stop him from going out into the city to right wrongs and stop criminals. The Bat wouldn't be curled up on a couch, falling asleep like a baby.
"Hi." One hand tugged at her robe, pulling it tighter; the silk was already straining. The other hand lifted to the scarf. It wasn't until she saw him that she recognized the scent, or at least started to.