"Oh. That's good." She sounds reassured, but still anxious. "I've got - it's not that I've got secrets, it's just - I mean, I've done some awful things. And I guess, uh." She takes a breath. "If you want to - look. I mean. I don't have anything to hide. Not from you. It's just ... don't hate me?"

(Behind the barriers are things like the gang war she started, the nightmares she's never stopped having, the misery and despair that was life with her father. Horror stories, crimes she's failed to prevent, the bloodlust that made her want to kill that Desh-Theire exploited so easily. Stomach-twisting guilt over Tim Hunter and Jason Todd; anger and misery at the world. The things Black Mask did to her before she died. The things her babysitter wanted to do to her when she was eleven. The things she never thinks about because if she did, she'd just want to die. Red-tinged mists.)

"You probably don't wanna see. But I mean. I meant it when I said I'm all yours. You don't - uh. Don't need to ask me for permission."

She clings to his arm, afraid suddenly. There are things in her mind that she's never shown anyone. But she won't be less than honest, and if he wants to know - he deserves the right. And if he walks out on her, turns on her and spits in her face, then it'll be as much as she deserves in her turn.