[Psychopath. Again with the insults. He downs the rest of his drink easily - there isn't much left - and takes both of their glasses back to the bar for refills.]

Yeah, but they do what they can. And they've got the Batman, I guess - or, well, they had him. I don't know, really. [He waves a hand before starting on the refills.] Enough about Gotham, I hate talking down about my own city. How're things with that guy of yours? He still... being what he was when we first met?