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Life, it seems, had taken on some sort of routine, whether or not that routine was actually preferable. Stay at the... place they were staying at (certainly not home), go out for a few things but mostly patrol, go back. The bar had stopped inserting itself, and while he was grateful to not have to discuss things, he wasn't grateful for the absence.

But his routine had changed in the last few days, mostly because his father had decided he deserved some sort of break. He'd protested, and tried his best not to, but in the end got ushured off because his father was even more stubborn than he was. So it's been a lot less stressful, and now it seems that the bar is inserting itself once more.

Because instead of ending up where he wants to go, he ends up there instead.

He really has no idea if he's grateful or reluctant about it. He supposes he'll just have to decide after sitting here for awhile in a booth, and seeing who comes around.

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Connor raises an eyebrow at the use of the salt, but says nothing. To each their own, yes?

"And what did you say your name was?"

"Didn't say my name was anything. Typically known as the Question, if anything. But suppose if you talked to your father, he'd let you know the name under the mask, if he sees fit."

He offered the salt back.

"And you. His son. Connor Hawke. So very unlike his father. Yes... quite interesting."

"It tends to happen when one isn't raised by their father." Not that this fact could have been helped any - Ollie hadn't even known about him. But.

"You seem to be very knowledgable," he observes.

"I wouldn't know," he responded a bit darkly. The Human Enigma had never met his parents.

"I keep tabs on people. Something of a hobby." More like an obsession.

"Tabs?" Connor raises an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Resarch. Watching. Keep an ear out. That sort of thing. Would be boring for you if I explained it all." Stalking, mostly, in his regard.

"Possibly not." He wonders if he should be worried about this. It's definately something to discuss with Ollie when he gets back.

"Then let me ask. What do you know about the Dark Knight?" For comparison's sake.

"He helped me out when I truly needed it." And that? Connor would never forget.

"Yes," he murmured quietly. "As he tends to do, under the darkness."

Batman had told something to the Question very important years ago. And at least, that, he would never forget either.

"But he watches. I do similarly."

"Do you aspire to be like him?" Connor queries, studying the man carefully.

There was a tremor that ran through the faceless man's body as he hid away chuckles.

"I had, once. Not anymore. Do my own style. Own rules."

"It's good to develop that," Connor says. "There's only so long you can walk the path of someone else's footsteps."

He knows this from experience.

"Most don't find my style too... endearing, suppose is what one could call it. But yes... he casts a great shadow. I don't need to be under it, when I have my own."

He tilted his head. "Do you feel that way, with your father?"

"Somewhat, yes," Connor admits. "We disagree on things, sometimes." It wasn't just that, but.

"Ahhh. That's... a bit of a flair, with his personality. Hard to agree with him. ... But. He's someone I do ... respect."

And that was plenty for the Question, who didn't even like the Justice League of America too much.

"Yes," Connor agrees. "He does earn that easily."

One couldn't help but respect him. He got the job done, and stuck to his beliefs.

"I hope to come to respect you in a similar way. ...As it stands, I can't really judge. Haven't seen you work in person yet."

Nothing personal. And he was sure that Connor wasn't exactly seeking a faceless man's approval, anyway. It was more of a personal matter.

"Well, maybe someday we will work together." Connor pauses. "Where -are- you based?"

"Perhaps." Unlikely.

"Hub City."

"Ah. That's in... Illinois, isn't it?" He will be tactful about the state of the city itself, yes.

"Yes, it is," he murmured. "So you've heard of it." Nothing good, he knew.

"A little, yes," Connor admits.

"Do yourself a favor. Never pay it a visit. Wouldn't want you to experience the worst our country has to offer."

"I've seen some pretty bad things," Connor says, with a humourless smile.