"walked him to the door. "Is there anything else you want me to do? Check your mail? Water your plants?" "My mail is being forwarded to my lawyer. And I'm watering my own plants." "So, you feel safe in the Batcave?" The corners of his mouth curved into the hint of a smile. He leaned forward and kissed me at the base of my neck, just above my T-shirt collar. "Sweet dreams." Before he left, he said good-night to Grandma, who was still in the kitchen. "What a nice, polite young man," Grandma said. "And he's got an excellent package." I went straight to her closet, found the bottle of booze, and dumped some into my cocoa."