Run boy run! This ride is a journey to
Run boy run! The secret inside of you
Run boy run! This race is a prophecy
Run boy run! And disappear in the trees
Tomorrow is another day
And you won’t have to hide away
You’ll be a man, boy!
But for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!
- Run Boy Run by Woodkid
Sounds like she doesn’t know, which he’s assuming to be a good sign. He relaxes slightly, but he’s still uncomfortable with her being in his space. This apartment is the only place in the city he considers safe. Having someone enter without permission has spooked him.
"Everyone in Gotham City is bad people. That’s not exactly news.”
He’s not sure if he quite caught the look on her face shift, not when the lightning turned her into a silhouette for a moment, but… he’s beginning to have his suspicions. Maybe.
"Every human is bad. …Most of them. But the worst seem to be here," Aisling agrees. "So it’s extra stupid for you to not have weapons here. Or do you have to be? Are you one of the worst? And you’re being watched and defenseless because of it?”
She honestly doubts it, but she wants to get a rise out of him.
AKA, you start with icons, I’ll probably respond with icons. You make it clear you prefer prose, I’ll make sure I’m up for prose when I reply and I’ll try to keep my word count within range of yours. Just want oneliners? Easy peasy.