“Oh Bruce,” she whispered, and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. She kissed his cheek lightly, reaching up to wipe the red lipstick print left behind clean. “Well, maybe we can...work around it. Is it just a personality change or an actual...thing that comes out?” she asked.
She was a Gothamite, odd happenings were an everyday occurrence to her and people changing into something...else was not even close to the oddest thing yet.
“And since you revealed something...I will return the favor,” she said, pulling away, a touch worried about his reaction to the words to come. “I'm a thief, Bruce. The computer...the tech, it's all built around stealing things, usually hacking, but a lot of it is also for breaking and entering. My men? Also theives and a mix of bodyguards. They're essentially my little criminal gang.” She had chose the lesser of her sins, not mentioning the fact she was also a happy little sociopathic killer.