starry night [c]

Someone falling in step next to her wasn't unfamiliar. By now, Batbite had almost grown accustomed to it, developing a sort of routine; her nighttime strolls were rarer now (her need to tell someone she was going, someone not of the Asylum, made it difficult when most were asleep), but she had plenty of time and plenty of thoughts.

Usually they wandered in silence aside from simple pleasantries, not hunting and not really patrolling. Before, she would play little games by herself - the sort she'd once played with her brothers - but those were hers to keep, secrets passed on only to a chosen few.

She wasn't sure what made this moment any different, what compelled her to speak. But then, she'd never been known for holding back her curiosity. "The night sky... It's a thing of beauty, wouldn't you say?"