The answer doesn't please him. No, it saddens him. She's come back to do what she does best. Steal. He's going to watch her walk down those same roads, make the same mistakes, piss off the wrong people. Will they chase each other on rooftops after burglaries? Will they fall into the same patterns of flirtation? Will they ever be on the same side?

He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. "I own a lot of real estate in Gotham," he points out. Is she going to rob him too?