Jean-Paul's eyes widened in astonishment at the talking cat. He had seen Superman fly, Ra's al Ghul ressurect himself, and yet a talking cat seemed almost beyond belief. The rest of the conversation echoed throughout his mind but he was entirely caught up in something else.
"Minotaur.." He repeated the word in thought, it sounded familiar, and only a second later the visual popped into his mind. That was what inhabited this place with them? It seemed like something the Riddler might do. Though that was a stretch.
Vampires? Good demons? Superheroes?. The words were on repeat within his mind. Clutching the bag in his hand, he glanced down at it, starting to become nervous. Yes, he wanted to help people, that more than anything else. But to do that meant risking violence. Putting them in an uncontrollable situation. No, he could handle it this time, he had too much to make up for.
"Me." The word was spoken softly before he stepped forward to join the group. "I'm.." He didn't feel comfortable calling himself a superhero. He didn't deserve the title. "Special, I help Batman when he needs it."