[Blake watches her, almost surprised. Not really about what she knows, or what she's saying, but why she's apparently saying it. Saying it to him.
It's like she's concerned about him.
That's a strange feeling for Blake, really. He's not used to it. Back home, in Gotham, his life is pretty carefully divided up, between the force and the kids. It's his job to protect, after all. His job to go in, possibly take the hit. He's not afraid of that.
But how does he respond to this? Friendly concern? He studies her for a moment, then glances back down at his gun, checking it even though he's already checked it.]
I know what fear gas is. [He points that out, like it makes any difference.] The guy who invented it came from my world. [Apparently, Blake is going for the 'ignore' option.]
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It's like she's concerned about him.
That's a strange feeling for Blake, really. He's not used to it. Back home, in Gotham, his life is pretty carefully divided up, between the force and the kids. It's his job to protect, after all. His job to go in, possibly take the hit. He's not afraid of that.
But how does he respond to this? Friendly concern? He studies her for a moment, then glances back down at his gun, checking it even though he's already checked it.]
I know what fear gas is. [He points that out, like it makes any difference.] The guy who invented it came from my world. [Apparently, Blake is going for the 'ignore' option.]