"Now Bruce, you know cookies aren't healthy for you," Leslie said sternly.

Then she paused, sighed, and smiled, going to her drawer and pulling out a secret stash of giant, homemade oatmeal cookies from the best bakery in Gotham. "Well... perhaps this once. One for you, one for Nightlife... and one for me." She handed him his and put Katalyn's with the food she'd set aside for her, then smiled and ate a small piece of her cookie before putting it away.