She looked up from her cup of coffee as the now bandaged crime fighter slowly made his way into the room. She smiled wirily, "You haven't changed."

"Deja vu?" Bruce winced slightly as he settled onto the couch across from her. "Old habits die hard, I suppose."

"Coffee?"

He'd already started sorting through the notes on the coffee table, "I can't, unless you've got decaf." His voice was faintly groggy, she assumed from the painkillers stashed away in the wonderbelt. "I almost had him this time. Just one more scrap and I'll have enough for them to throw away the key." His hands shook slightly as he tried to bring order out of the chaos. "I have to stop him."

"Actual, that's my job." She raised an eyebrow at his bemused look. "As soon as he set foot in my jurisdiction he become my responsibility. And Greg's, and Warrick's, and Grissm's." She set the coffee down and meet his gaze calmly. "You told me once that Gotham was wherever you needed to be, but this isn't Gotham. This is my home and either you work with us or you get out."