Jack couldn't help but hear as he walked by, on his way back to the asylum. Even if they hadn't sounded so pathetic, those voices coming to him from the back of one of his favorite alleys, he would have gone down to investigate.
"How's a villain going to find you? You ask." He sauntered up, hands in his pockets. "You just never know who's wandering the city at what time of night."
He looked the two of them over. Butterfly costumes. It wasn't his norm, but something in him kind of liked it. Kind of liked it very much.
Jack grinned.
"So tell me boys, just what is it that you're looking for?"