Gotham Cemetary - Agent Nigma & Creote
Interesting reflexes, Eddie thought. Tensing up when reaching into a pocket, expecting what? A weapon, of course. This man had seen too much action and quite possibly didn't want to see any more. Eddie replaced his badge and slid both hands comfortably into the pockets of his trousers. He nodded his head, not phased by the admission of being a house husband.
"You're living here in Gotham," he told Creote, plainly. The clothes he had on were distinctively different than what somebody might have if they were on a trip, and his well-worn shoes were bought from a local shop. "For some time, now, I see. "What are you consulting?"