He doesn't seem to do anything for a moment. Batman was supposed to catch thieves, and she was one even if she'd returned things. But...he felt odd about that. There were too many parallels with his mother and he could never quite condemn theft like he was supposed to. This was the first time he'd run into a good thief since being Batman and he was torn.
"To come back another night?" The words escape his mouth but the bat gravel isn't really into it and instead of lunging after her, he just takes a step forward.
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