If Rachel had any idea he is in fact fuck mothering Batman, she might've kept that trick to herself, and not worried so much about aiming for him.

...Might've. Look, even if a guy is a badass superhero, it still seems rude (to her) to just drop yourself on his head.

He seems satisfyingly unharmed by the experience, so Rachel does what fussing over him she can. Namely, his hair, reaching up to smooth it back into place.

"I usually do," she confides, with a little shrug. "Sometimes several. But I hate bringing a bag to a club and it's always hard to hide a decent one on me without a bag."