He watched her silently, letting that moment of pause really cement in the fact that he was wordlessly apologizing.

Suddenly, he reached for his wrist.

Beep, beep.

"You ever take the Bat-Jet for a spin?"

- She'd most likely go off with a warning.

Possession of firearms, disturbing the peace. Taking a dump on capitalism, as she put it. Besides, she *was* just walking down the street. Even if she had a bat in hand.

Seeing as he was Batman...

"It's my job to be a buzz kill," he mused. 🦇

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It may have been folly. Searching for answers from a girl who cared for none.

Terry knew deep in his heart that sometimes there wasn't a reason.

There was no use in trying to control a girl like her.

But understanding her?

That beat handcuffs every day of the week.

"Causing chaos and discord, I guess I can understand the appeal - but following a bum like that around-"

He crossed his arms again, eyes looking to hers, as if begging for a surprise.

"Handcuffs got nothin' on that."

Begging for a sign of the psychiatrist she once was.

For a reason. 🦇

"You know you've got several warrants out for you," he said, admiring her with his voice.

"I can't exactly let you walk out of here with a slap on the wrist."

"Don't know how you can sleep at night knowing there's people-eating hyenas in the room next to you. Then again, you *did* sleep next to the Joker once.

Hyenas are much better company."

Eyeing the bat, squinting. She didn't seem intent on using it against him, so what *was* she doing? 🦇

"And dare I say: fashionable. Minus the clown makeup."

And finally, there's that notorious Terry smirk.

"Heard you swing a big hammer around when you're not mauling people with a baseball bat and hyenas.

So. Where are the weapons?"