"Sometimes onset by traumatic circumstances, isn't it?" So, yes, he had no issue with showing that he had done his research. He walked next to Jonathan, arms loosely wrapped around himself and the rain making his hair wet enough to simply cling to his face. A typical Gotham night, no doubt. "I didn't always--"

He frowned, rethought the statement and then rephrased it. "I used to be an ugly little nerd."

Sometimes he still felt that. Perhaps not that ugly, but certainly charmless. At least he remembered experiencing it. Not that long ago that he'd discovered he had charm and that he'd put effort into learning how to use it.