"Nope." She watched him bring the water bottle up, watched that first careful sip before turning away. It wasn't that it was too gory, that was hardly the case. It was called up memories of a forced dinner date. Eugh.

"I told you. Happened when Batman died." She wished she could settled for 'disappeared,' but whoever was gallivanting out there new made her feel like a cop again. It wasn't the Batman she'd defended. Laughing, more than a little derisively, Renee glanced back at him. "Hope you're not a Catholic." Which came out a little bitterer than she'd meant it to.