· CALL ME OUT (SUMMER) ·

[hobbitholmes]

CALL ME OUT :: SUMMER

WE'RE LIVING UNDER MIDNIGHT
LIGHTS SHIMMER OFF THE WALLS
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[menarebrave]

"You don't see too many southern orders here in Gotham." Bruce speaks suddenly with a deeper voice than anyone would know of the infamous Bruce Wayne. It can't hurt to see what the old doctor is up to. Hopefully nothing that he'll need to get involved with. "Visiting?"

[hosannas_of_anguish]

He had half a mind to ignore the stranger, but something in him decided not to. Waiting on the drink he looked to the other, his tired hazel eyes looking over the man and finding no recognition, so he shrugged.

"Not many southerner's live here. I do." He spoke, though his voice lacked his natural accent there was nothing strange about that. He used it as Scarecrow, otherwise he usually repressed it to sound less like the country boy he was. "I would ask if you were new, but I can hear the Gotham all over your voice." A new hench, or someone down on their luck in the worst bar to wander into?

[menarebrave]

A 'hmmm' comes from the back of his throat. Not many people came from other parts of the country to live in Gotham. That was true. Hell, Bruce wondered why most people stayed in Gotham if they were given an out. Most people couldn't leave.

He chuckled. "I didn't know Gotham had a certain tone of voice."

[hosannas_of_anguish]

Jonathan had hated Gotham when he moved here at eighteen, but it was the only school willing to give him a full scholarship, he became a professor right after his degree and just ended up staying. He's been in Gotham longer than he was in Georgia now, but he couldn't fully shake his old roots. Simply represses them.

"Oh, you lot do, the natives mostly. It is hard to explain, not worth explaining really." He shrugged his shoulders as his drink was placed before him, basically, just a dark beer mixed with champagne. "What brings you to Noonans?" He asked, curious if this was a hench of one of the others.

[menarebrave]

Another 'hmmm.' Interesting. It wasn't something that Bruce had ever noticed. Then again, it isn't like he casually talks with the Rogue Gallery of Gotham either.

"Just stopped in. Truck is down the way, figured getting a drink was better than sitting in it all night." A shrug then. "Planning on leaving the city."