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Knox. Bar. Lunch. Notepad. Has questions. Wants answers.

Isn't minimalism grand?

Knox now chuckles a bit.

"It's just Jersey where I come from. Nothing new about it. And that's where Gotham is.

"How the heck did you pick our not so fair state, of all places?"

"It was out of the way."

He says with a snorted laugh,

"Not big enough to attract the family, big enough to have what I wanted. Dirty, ugly, and it allowed me to be just a guy without wondering too hard where I came from."

"You must have been in Newark then. Even Gothamites stay away from Newark."

"Sounds about right."

He grins,

"But very few people argue with someone who can bench-press a VW Bug to make a point. I was pretty much left alone."

"You...showed people what you could do?

"And they left you alone? I would hve expected the opposite." After all, this guy would be pretty good cpmpetition for Superman.

Knox is forgetting something important.

Superman is hot. Martin looks like a geek. Super-strong hot guys equal heroes. Super strong geeks tend to equal villains.

Martin says blandly,

"Well, you know, there is also that whole thing where I'm a right royal bastard who is as likely to point and laugh as help out if an idiot gets themselves into trouble."

"Ah." Knox supposes this is as likely as someone being an altruist.

"Martin, no offense, but it sounds like oyu have one messed up life. Guess the Bar is almost a relief for you."

"You have no idea."

He says with a snort,

"The bar is a relief for me. Bar, the people in it who are not my family. Yeah."

"Yeah, sometimes it';s good to get away from family. Evne when they aren't gods." Knox, now feeling the effects of his drinks, pushes chair from table.

"Bleargh. I think I need some fresh air. Good talking to you."

"Later, man. 'Ware the werewolves in the woods."

Because humans, especially drunk ones, should be reminded of such things.

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