You were both on patrol. Gotham is surprisingly quiet today, boring, sparse, dim... DARKNESS. As Bruce usually says. Nothing interesting, not even one petty thief!

You both walked carelessly around the city in search of something interesting, but quickly gave up and found a quiet corner, or more precisely, some decrepit old abandoned building where it was obvious that it hadn’t been there for a long time.

Silence and the crunch of glass under your feet lasted for a couple of minutes before you both found a meager decrepit sofa and sitting down there you looked around realizing that Cassandra had stopped nearby but didn’t sit down looking somewhere in the side.

— "Nice place to relax... for two."