"I met him." Charlie said it as if it were something that happened everyday. It probably did happen everyday. Everyday, or night, someone met Batman. It was a little disconcerting for some, not so for others. "We tried to find the man who did some rather nasty things to people who didn't deserve it."
The detective took another bite of tart as he watched her. He reached over and pressed the coffee down, waiting to see what would happen. Every once in a while, he wondered if something would start talking or if the canister would just explode. He was honestly waiting for something exciting to happen with something as possibly mundane as the coffee press.
"How do you know Batman is here? Though the Wayne Manor and Wayne Industries Building might give it a way." Yes, Charlie knew about those too.