"Yeah," he said. "Maybe not as dark." Gotham wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy. It'd been a bit of a battle for him to feel like he was home there when he was a kid. Home used to be the top of a circus tent, but that felt like eons ago. It wasn't, but he'd lived a pretty intense life once that was taken away from him. Gotham was home, and really it was more the people he cared about than the city that made it feel that way. So he supposed yeah, Starklandia felt like home now, too. Barbara was there.
"I'm not one to dance around subjects when I wanna get to the real issues," he said. He thought it over as Richie answered, pretending to take it seriously while he also continued to look around. No, nothing felt off or even looked that way. It was just instilled in him to be cautious, always on the look out for this or that. He knew better than to rest easy too fast. "Yeah, that makes sense. You don't wanna come across a rude dick lacking in proper social etiquette. What a let down."