“They're insane, it takes a while to break through to them,” Jonathan pointed out, leaning back in his seat, almost unsettling Enigma who had to wrap her legs around the arm and bottom of the chair to keep stable. “I would never harm my patents, Ms. Lance.”
Enigma did her best not to snort, she really, really did, but Jonathan elbowed her anyway, knocking her off the chair. She yelped, hitting her forehead on the desk as she passed it on her way to the floor, groaning.
“Ignore her, she hasn't learned how to have a proper, adult conversation yet. One of the problems with being raised by someone like the Batman.” Jonathan said coolly, glaring at Enigma.
She stood, sticking her tongue out at him, holding her bleeding forehead. “Sorry, Ms. Lance,” she apologized, giving a wide grin, so much like her father's.