"The Sirens?!" Ed hadn't ever pictured Barbara giving that up. She loved that bar, as much as her deranged self loved things. "Well... I suppose things have really changed for you in that time."

What else can he really say? His last night in Gotham had been in that bar, culminating with him passing out on the stage under the weight of Butch Gilzean's rage. And hand. The hand was an important part, really.

"It is good real estate."

Are you really going to do this? Prattle inanity at one another like strangers? Pretend like you don't want to know and he doesn't want to tell you?

Ed forced a smile, ignoring Riddler.