Re: Manky dining room: Gwen & Dickie
[Dick was never close to hating anyone, except for maybe the hotel these days. Things were too crazy to start hating people.] It's disgusting [He said all white teeth and then he waved toward the shiny table.] But this is the best table in the place. Close to the exit in case of rats, disinfected with lysol and pledge wipes. Smell that? That's lemony fresh. [He inhaled through his nose for emphasis.]
[He put the bag on the table and pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his dark blue jeans and pulled his New Jersey drivers license (motorcycle approved) out. Richard Jonathan Grayson. Smiling widely in his photo (he'd passed his motorcycle test), age 19. Address, the stately Wayne manor. Gotham City. All was in order - and handed it to her.]