#(Though I'm surprised he hasn't pile-drived River into a dumpster and sealed the lid yet. Patience of a saint he has. =T)

[red-hemlock]

"Ohhh I bet you say that to all the villainous vixens who happen across your path, darling." What, to feck-off? At least he was being 'nice' about it. But nose held high, or the mask bit that constituted a 'nose' at any rate, a gloved hand waves-off his sarcastic comment. Like water off a duck's back, sardonicism tended to repel right off of her unless one knew right where to aim... Unfortunately for Batman, it was also built into her very bones and 'fed' by every beat of her own semi-villainous heart.

Clasping her hands together, green eyes can be seen batting behind those lenses, "That's a first, though! A hero telling me I should be out doing my thing, instead of resting on my laurels; and it's the Bat of all people! Do be careful what you 'wish' for." Despite being a great detective, he sure does seem to stumble into her jokes pretty easily, and it really does amuse her to no end. But all of that bratty, sassy posturing seems to finally be melting into something more relaxed; and chuckling, Hemlock's hands unlace so that she can cross her arms.

"I was also kind-of here first. Does that mean you're the one 'bothering' me?"

"...You really don't look that well though, dear. And this isn't me trying to be all 'cute' prodding for an opening. What's wrong with you?"

🦇—-;; Bruce's irritated look doesn't lessen, of course he knows well enough he can just leave. She's not doing anything wrong right now, and being a pest, whilst an annoyance, wasn't a crime. As if wrinkles were much of an issue... he's covered in scars. He's silent though, rather than giving her a response to her mockery, at least at first. He simply rolls his eyes, not at all hiding it.

He knows better than to feed the reaction, she's prodding, she won't provoke him unless she goes for tender spots. Of which he did have recent ones. But for now, he's quiet, only scowling and showing his mild displeasure that she's shooting back at him verbally. His head tilts though just for a moment before he turns a little, not foolish enough to take his eyes off of her. He only ever really turned completely if he was walking away, at this point he was not.

He watches her when her hands go to her hips and he takes note of the look, though is far from intimidated by it. He only tilts his head again, a little more noticeably this time. It's really more of a warning that he only had so much patience. He didn't really want to get into it with her.

"Don't you have anything better to do than bothering me? Like someone who isn't me?" Bruce drawls. He lifts his hand up, fingers pressing against his temple, making sure he presses hard enough he can feel it through the cowl. These damn headaches have been getting worse. "Surely it'd be a better way to occupy your time."