"No but I'd have cash and I could get my own place, could beat him in his game, could be better." Jonathan patted himself down and then produced the wad of money he'd made tonight, offering it out to Edward. "See, look, people want my shit. I could do well. I got a future, maybe, a real good one but I gotta get there and I don't fancy my odds."

Jonathan wanted more than anything to go up there and fight for a job but he knew that Falcone didn't think much of the freaks in Gotham and odds are, it would be suicide. And Jonathan was, unfortunately, suicidal in so many ways.

"What do I do if I don't go up there, Ed? What's the play? Sell it to me." He wanted Edward to make him want to live. To not go up there and kill himself.