Charlie wasn't one to underestimate, but he wasn't here with any threats. He was just a cop looking after someone he cared about. The detective paused for a moment before stepping in; for now, the other man with his power and all didn't seem to be something to worry about, not yet.
"Jennifer Government. You went to Arkham. You healed people." Yes, there were times that Charlie could be very straight to the point, painfully so. His hands remained in his pockets as he walked by Jesse and came to stand in the middle of his living room/den/whatever the trendy kids called it these days. Charlie was fond of "living room;" "den" seemed to dark and required men in manly loin cloths.
"She's my partner." There were others he could have tracked down. The Winchesters, the Caped Crusaders, but the man with the golden touch seemed more interesting. "I want to know why you healed them."