"I want to go into psychology or chemistry. Both are fascinating but I haven't decided which. The trouble is, back in Georgia, the choice was easy. Here in Gotham? You gotta think more." Was a chemist just going to be making drugs, was a psychologist just going to hear crazies in Arkham rant. Neither seemed ideal. "If all else fails, I'll become a drunk. I think that's a fine Narrows profession, very respectable."

Given everything, it sure seemed like it. "What about you? Besides the clothes, obviously."