There was something amazing about Diana Noble.

He could never make up his mind on just what it was, but she was absolutely incredible. He had no idea how he had managed to get lucky enough to meet her, or how he had managed to convince her to go out with him in the first place, but he had rarely been happier than when they were out.

She was nice, nice to the point of being a danger to herself, given her penance for running towards screams instead of away from them, like a normal person. She would leave, always, once she was sure that no one was in danger that she could help she would shout something to which ever League member was taking care of the incident, usually something about them being careful, or sometimes it was telling them thank you, words they didn't hear near as much as one might expect.

She put with all of his crap, from flirting to never showing up on time. He was pretty sure she had tricked him into being on time more than once. They made a few deals, compromises that worked both ways and benefitted each in turn. She stopped asking where he vanished to, except for the occasional joking complaint, and he didn't push her to tell him where it was she went. She took trips, he knew, though she rarely specified where, and was never gone for more than a few days at a time. They would both show up with some kind of injury, small scrapes to cracked ribs, and she would scold him to be more careful or run her fingers through his hair and just let him be still. In turn he would worry over her, but her wounds never slowed her down, not once, if anything they made her more chipper, as if wherever she had received them held good memories that overrode the bad.

She didn't try and find things out. She had searched him online, Bats had told him that much already, but she had never stalked him when he disappeared or asked his co-workers strange questions. He had asked her once, and she had merely shrugged and told him that it was his business, and when he wanted her to know she would be waiting.

But the most amazing thing, aside from somehow always having time to see him, and accepting that he couldn't share everything with her, was her smile. The ever present curl of her lips that only ever faded when he or someone else was hurt, and when it did vanish it wasn't replaced by tears, no, it was sucked into a hell cats fury. And that was just fine by him, because he could outrun her, but whoever else was foolish enough to get her angry didn't stand a ghost of a chance.

Perhaps that's why he was doing this, he thought, striding into the Watch Tower and going in search of one of most logical people he knew. He was sitting in his chair, facing the monitors and clacking away at keys, as he usually did, cowl fixed firmly where it always was.

"Hey Bats?" there was grunt and a hum of response, "I think I'm gonna tell her."