"I mean he's here at 11pm, ordering three buckets of family chicken and he's high off his head. Friend, you'll be very happy here. Gotham is made for weirdos." Jack grinned and then started to prepare the chicken, tossing what he needed to into the fryer before he leaned back on the counter, watching Jonathan just let himself be touched and talked about by Edward with little care. "You like Gotham, Jon?"

"I like the dark and the drugs. Fucking hate the weather." Jonathan didn't mind it being cold but the rain was a real bitch. He really needed a waterproof coat. "Yesterday a man dressed as a clown stole my sandwich and promptly got run over by a police car so... I ain't bored."

"Oh yeah, that was Max. Friend of mine. He's still alive. I think." Jack shrugged. "I don't care. Whatever. EDDIE! What's new with you, other than the friend? How's school? Do they miss me?"

He wondered if his loss was deeply felt.