“Oh ‘god’ are we?” She responded in a playful questioning tone, pulling her head back as she leaned on the pool cue with a nod and a small eye roll; though she couldn’t help but allow a twinkle of playfulness in her eyes. But upon Tim making a comment about how getting tired of the rich getup she found herself nodding in agreement. That’s one of the few reasons she took a job, aside from attempting to not live off of her father’s money. She didn’t want to be ‘that person’ but she wasn’t going to deny the help.

Tim’s question about anyone being there around the presence of Nightwing and Penguin going head to head but it wasn’t a battle as some people seem to make it out to be. He beat up some of the Penguin’s guards and so did she but from there they didn’t see each other. When Dick talked around her and teasingly called her champ she gave him an arrogant smirk. “Oh you’ll eat those words.” She said with a nod before talking around the table and eyeing her shot for a solid ball.

“Unlike you, I prefer the quieter way.” She leaned over the table with a smirk, lining up her shot and made no more than a small clink as the balls hit each other; knocking in a solid. Standing back upright she smirked as she began her walk around the table. “To answer your question Tim,” She began, her small fingers tapping against the wood of the cue stick as she debated on whether to answer it or not. “As far as I’m aware no one was there, I left shortly after Dick left.” This time she climbed up on the table crossing one leg over the other in her jeans and rose up the stick. Leaning over she placed her hand upon the table and rested the stick gently on it. With a light tap, she sent another ball into a socket. Smirking she climbed off the table and began her walk once again.

“I do have a question for you Dick,” She began as she lined up yet another shot. “Well a question comes with a story, I guess you could say.” She pulled her cue back and gently knocked in another ball before taking aim at another one. “Night before last Nightwing pulled my driver out of the window of the car and nearly pressed his face into the concrete. He came from Bludhaven; so I’d like to ask you a simple question.” With that she lined up the shot and missed letting out a sigh, hanging her head slightly she stood upright and stepped back from the table before looking at Dick, “He seems kinda like a jerk. Was he like that there?” No, no question on why he was there, she could understand helping until Batman came back… hopefully, but nearly beating up an innocent cab driver… yeah still on her negative list.