An eyebrow raises for a split second.
He notices the slightly awkward gesture of her hands.
Even though they’ve known each other for many years, the random reunions were always…interesting to say the least.
“Does anything mundane ever occur in your life or is it always chaos?”
B pads her hands down on her knees after he silently rejects the offer to somehow have the news hit softer.
"You can say that... I shot his girlfriend. It was only fair. In my defense, it was in a fit of rage. That man... was badgering me." Translation, Liam's mother.
He remains standing, staring down at her. That was a whole lot of information in very few words. A whole lot to piece together. Things were never straight forward with her.
“So…what ya sayin is…you’ve been…busy?”
B sits, pulling her legs under her buttocks and positioning for her dear friend to join.
"... My father was being kept by my very own charity, Beatrice, to... rehabilitate after I blew up the dungeon. Needless to say, he lived and born a boy, Liam."
He heard that.
And like he would ever ask anyone for help.
The complexities of her family dynamic were…well…disturbing. He always thought he had it rough. Without trying to show too much emotion, “care to explain?”
Mumbles something like. "You could have asked me for a loan."
But instead states. "My father is alive... I've known for a while now." As if it were matter of factly.
It was simple, “Work.” But also an escape from this hellscape of a city that was nothing but cruel memories. Everytime he stepped foot on Gothams soil, it was like a rush of bad memories pouring over him. “Gotta pay the bills some how.”
To be honest, the man she spoke of was nothing but a distant and long forgotten about memory.
“To an extent…” Curious to why she was bringing him up randomly.
“I was being facetious. But yes thank you.” He takes another small sip. The burning sensation felt good as it went down his throat. The weather was still chilly. It was the quickest way to warm up.
“Streaky is my cat, silly. He’s almost as antisocial as you. In fact I think you two would get along pretty well.” Watching him take a drink she’d smirk. “You’re welcome.”
“Well I know that. I just don’t really know what to spend it on. Other than food and stuff for Streaky.” She glanced at the bar. “I can’t get drunk so I guess I’m buying you all your top shelf stuff.”