"The sun ain't intense the way you think year round. You don't burn much outside of summer. It's cloudy a lot. It's just h-hot. It's humid. Though when the sun comes, it fucking comes. I used to work in the fields during my summer holidays. Pulling weeds and planting crops. I got burnt so often. Proper burns where you think you're gonna die." He remembered being feverish and aching while his grandmother scolded him over the sin of idleness. Jonathan couldn't say he missed the old bat. Killing her had been grand. "I hated summer."

He was curious what Gotham summers were like. Did they exist? Did it still rain? It was hard to imagine Gotham in a heatwave. "We grew peaches. At my Granny's place. Real good ones too. You can't get nothing like them around here."