That's the one! [ she doesn't know why she's so surprised to discover that he's actually halfway familiar with the bat himself, but maybe it's because it's the last thing she expected them to have in common.

her jaw drops slightly, and she glides over until she's poised in front of him, one of her hands slipping into his left one while the other steadies against the stone of his right wrist. but she's still on wheels, so she's basically letting him push her along as they keep walking. ]

So what, are you two pals or somethin'? Wait, no, that doesn't sound like him. Batsy doesn't really have friends. He's too busy bein' horny for justice or some crap like that. [ clearly, this is a story she needs to hear the details of, and she may not even be willing to wait until it happens over pancakes slathered in butter and syrup. ]