"It's not the first time he's reacted this way," she murmurs. "Well. That Bruce has reacted this way. Not only this one."

In place of wine and a cooling dinner with Alfred, she's having drinks at Jason's bar, with Dick. There's a sort of comforting symmetry in that. She pats Dick's hand where it curves over her forearm and smiles more warmly at him. "It's all right, Dick. Perhaps, if I'm very lucky, I'll find something mythological on which to vent my frustrations. In the meantime, I thank you for your thoughtful words."