"Fourteen? That's so young." And yet, somehow she's not entirely surprised. "You don't see that many kids in this stuff. Robin, god, I remember the first time I saw him. Thought he was just a real short guy, until I heard him talk. I remember thinkin', 'god, what's this kid doing out here? He's gonna get himself killed, he can't know better.' But, y'know, fourteen, fifteen, I already had friends runnin' away from home, friends gettin' knocked up--kids know a lot more about the world than most people give 'em credit for. Says a lot about kids like you and Nightwing, you chose to do somethin' like this, I think." To help people. To do good things. Maybe they're all a little crazy, but a little crazy ain't necessarily a bad thing.

Finishing the last of her plate, she leans back, contemplating the containers. "You ever regret it?" It's a personal question, maybe, he can not answer it, but she can't help asking.