"Now I know why you've got such nice arms under those layers you never let me get under." He had felt them though. Jonathan was thin, no doubt, but he wasn't scrawny. Some proper muscle definition, Edward wagered. One day he was hoping to coax the boy out of his long-sleeved shirts long enough to know for certain. "You're right though, our produce is shit. Unless you have the big bucks, anyway. Gotham summers are about as dreary as the rest of the year."

He was grinning anyway. "I still love summer though. All your blues will disappear, doing things you've planned all year."