"So, you like womanizing and drinking too?" Zoe smirked slightly. The more than just a butler coughed softly. The warrior woman peeked up at the older fellow, the grandpa they'd call him back home.
"I understand I believe." She couldn't give away too much after all. "So, why did your shop close? What sort of troubles? If it is financial, I'm sure Bruce would not see a problem in helping." Zoe ignored the second cough that came from Alfred.
"Although with the City's streets being so still, there has been an increase in certain criminal activities. They seem restless." As if the people were realizing that the City was more a prison than a home.