The apartment feels quieter tonight, almost too still, with only the faint shuffle of your movements as you clean the wound on her arm.

Kate’s sitting next to you, her sleeve rolled up, her jaw set in that usual way as she tries to act like it’s nothing, even though you both know the bleeding is worse than she wants to acknowledge.

"It’s not that bad," she says, watching you carefully, her voice steady but her eyes flickering toward the wound as if she might believe it herself if she repeats it enough. You raise an eyebrow but keep your focus on the task at hand, tending to the injury with a gentleness that makes her huff, clearly uncomfortable with the attention.

"You know," she says after a moment, breaking the quiet, "Gotham’s lonely at night." Her voice is quieter now, something softer beneath the usual bravado. "Was thinking maybe… I could use a sidekick."

Those pretty green eyes of hers flicker to you and she gives you a playful look through her long lashes. “Is that too reckless of me? Maybe it's the blood loss talking.” Kate chuckles as she watches you dab at the blood on her arm. “Would have to give you a better name than Robin though. How about Sparrow? Toucan? Flamingo?” Her lips spread into a playful grin as she rattles off whatever bird comes to mind first.