Not because she cares whether he finishes his fish. Because it's the first time tonight he's looked something other than perfectly composed. She's gotten under his skin, just a little, and that tells her more than any answer he could give.
She picks up her cutlery but doesn't eat, just holds it.
"I never said you hadn't gotten your hands dirty." Her voice stays even, pleasant. "I said Gotham is different. And it is."
She sets the cutlery down without drinking.
"You want me to trust you, fine. I'm trusting you right now, sitting across from someone who just told me he's carrying objects that could destroy the city." She folds her hands on the table. "That's trust. That's me not walking out of here and making arrangements."
She lets that sit for a moment.
"But trust doesn't mean I stop asking questions." Her eyes stay on him. "It means the questions matter more. Because now I'm invested."
She picks up her napkin, dabs the corner of her mouth, sets it down precisely.
"You've gotten your hands dirty before. Good. Then you won't mind telling me what happens when the retrieval goes wrong." A small pause. "Because something always goes wrong. And I'd rather know what your contingency looks like before I'm standing in it."
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Not because she cares whether he finishes his fish. Because it's the first time tonight he's looked something other than perfectly composed. She's gotten under his skin, just a little, and that tells her more than any answer he could give.
She picks up her cutlery but doesn't eat, just holds it.
"I never said you hadn't gotten your hands dirty." Her voice stays even, pleasant. "I said Gotham is different. And it is."
She sets the cutlery down without drinking.
"You want me to trust you, fine. I'm trusting you right now, sitting across from someone who just told me he's carrying objects that could destroy the city." She folds her hands on the table. "That's trust. That's me not walking out of here and making arrangements."
She lets that sit for a moment.
"But trust doesn't mean I stop asking questions." Her eyes stay on him. "It means the questions matter more. Because now I'm invested."
She picks up her napkin, dabs the corner of her mouth, sets it down precisely.
"You've gotten your hands dirty before. Good. Then you won't mind telling me what happens when the retrieval goes wrong." A small pause. "Because something always goes wrong. And I'd rather know what your contingency looks like before I'm standing in it."