Somehow, you’d managed to get the District Attorney alone, slipping away from the ever-present press and paparazzi that usually clung to him like shadows the moment he left or arrived anywhere. By "alone," it really just meant you were trailing a few steps behind him as he walked briskly down the sidewalk. He didn’t exactly acknowledge you, but he wasn’t ignoring you either - just a subtle tilt of his head now and then, a quick glance from the corner of his eye.

Part of him was clearly curious, wondering why you seemed so keen to catch his attention. The other part of him, though, was cautious, maybe even suspicious. In Gotham, being followed was rarely a good sign, and he hadn’t survived this long in the public eye without developing a sharp sense of wariness. Still, he didn't stop walking, and you didn't stop following. You seemed fine.