She nodded, one finger tracing a scar on his finger that she remembered the origin of. She'd been rather amused way back when when the young police detective had taken it on himself to try and get a batarang out of the wall and wound up slicing his finger.
-God, guide me.-
"Contrary to what you've seen on television I'm an old-fashioned girl."
"Then I leave all the shots up to you," he said, looking at her. "I'm here whenever and for whatever you want."
She sighed and held his hand more firmly, feeling a tiny part of herself relax just a little bit. She trusted him, and that felt good.
Her eyes rose to meet his as she nodded. "How was the night?"
She already knew about all the criminal activity and what had been stopped, but she wanted to know how things were for him.
"We bagged Two Face, but he broke out of the convoy escorting him to prison on the way. Some new kid forgot to lock the door," he sighed, remembering the wreck the young man had been after he realized what he'd done. "But we've gota lead to where he's gone. It's a little sketchy, but we have to take what we can get."
"The island." She raised one eyebrow slightly, aware of Bree's listening silence from the couch.
"Yeah. But it looks deserted. Might be a trap, though. I'm not sending any men in until I know they'll come out again. We're keeping it under surveilance."
"Well of course it's a trap. He's waiting for me." She arched an eyebrow at Bree and got a look in reply.
"Well, it's good you're not going in then," he said. "But your replacement... I think she's crazy enough to throw herself in it."
She smiled, confident and way too amused. "There's nothing he can do to hurt her."
"If you say so," he looked doubtful.
"She's invulnerable. Nothing can hurt her."
-Nothing but one thing, but she trusted me enough to tell me of that weakness. So I have it in case I need it.-
"Alright," he said, shrugging and then nodding and looking at her.
"Where did she come from?" he asked.
"Tea?" Leslie brought in a tray, arching an eyebrow at the two.
"Tea?" Brenda's nose wrinkled, and she looked up at her heart mother with a slightly wounded look that said, 'where's the coffee?'
"It has your anti-inflamatories in them," she said gently, smiling. "Coffee's too thick. But it's coffee flavored."
"Let me help you with that," the Commisioner stood and took the tray.