"And here I thought people were tense in Gotham." They were. Tense, psychotic, deranged. You could pretty much pick an adjective at this point. Leaning against the bar, Barbara waited patiently for Constantine to finish off the drink. She knew better than to drink on the job. Being part of the Batfamily had coded certain standards into her that were unshakable at this point. "Hello to you too, Constantine. Long day?"
"People are tense everywhere." He said with a sigh before wiping the corners of his mouth and pushing the now empty bottle away from himself. "Long existence. Never thought I'd live this long." He scoffed. He said it as a joke but there was much truth to that. For a million different possible reasons he thought he would have made his way head first into an early grave by now. "You here to just play eye candy, or do you need something from me, Red?"
