Batman Wilde is roaming the floor. He and his Robin (http://asylums.insanejournal.com/gooseberry/352612.html?thread=22578532#t22578532) keep bumping into eachother and having these weird esoteric exchanges, and it's keeping his mood even. He's enjoying himself. He's interacting with people and not exactly Hating It. Maybe that's because he's not really himself, and they're not really themselves either? Their antics have been verging on entertaining, sometimes even quaint, like this is the closing scene in a heartwarming comedy or something.

So when he sees the girl (?) staring up, just taking in the view, he stops and kind of smiles at her. Half-smiles.

"Hey."