Re: Gotham, bar: Dick G/Jim G (totally NOT a boyband.)
[Jim took a healthy drink of his scotch and it settled, warm and wide on his tongue. He kept his eyes down, on the distorting rim of his glass, not answering the other man's question right away. Instead, he waited for the burn that dipped, smooth, down his throat.—He could almost feel Dick forcing himself to keep quiet, the tension almost palpable, like Ed when he had a riddle to tell, and after a minute, he looked over.
The glass made a heavy sound on the wood.] My Gotham. [He laughed, an unhappy chuckle. Jim didn't have a Gotham. Gotham was, and all of these revelations shook him, more than he let on. He ran a hand over the blond-shear of his hair.] I don't have a niece having a baby with Bruce Wayne's son.