"I am getting you and your daughter a new colour pallet that eliminates green," Jonathan muttered, offering Edward his glass of champagne, before sipping his own. He had dressed quite conservatively compared to his date, staying with the muted tones of black and cream, and even leaving his glasses behind for a night. He was technically there only to put a good face on Arkham, but he couldn't resist attending with the madman and seeing what he had planned.
Plus the opera was pretty good, even if the brat was the star.
"Between the two of you, I don't think there is anything left in the city green.