"Here? Years, the Bat, not as many." The warrior woman set the shoes down in a cubby set up for such. She paused, glanced at his feet then at the cubby. There weren't many who wore shoes in her home, and the Batflat was certainly that. She started shedding the suit jacket and hung it up. She wasn't getting completely undressed, just comfortable.
"If it weren't for god like intervention, I'd be dead. Then again, that..." Her words slipped into Chinese throwing a curse that would have made a few blush. "Had stayed dead, it would be worth this." She twisted, lifting the blouse to show the scar where the bastard Joker had got her. She let the blouse drop, not thinking that she may be teasing the man who had yet hadn't trained her to take his place. He'd seen her body in action, and hadn't attempted anything. She didn't believe this one would either.
"He didn't; should have known he wouldn't. There are a few crazies running around, but the gorram City doesn't leave them where we put them." She wished for a moment the City had a face again; a well placed fist could make things better.