"I appreciate the description," she says, with sarcasm so heavy he may need his super-strength to lift it. Look, she knows Gotham is a shithole - she grew up here, what Gothamite doesn't get that? - but it's her shithole.

He is so fortunate that he's still riding the thank god you're not dead high. Not that she doesn't still get the occasional urge to kill him herself, it's just not as often and tends to be discarded with great prejudice. "You couldn't just go play fetch with your dog or something?"