[He's got better friends than her on the crew, certainly. (A few.) But there are friends, and then there is business. Even after striking out solo he'd still used Talia as a much-needed sounding board on occasion. (Not something he needs, he'd tell himself, but here we are anyway.)
Combing over crime scenes with the world's greatest detective does tend to teach you a thing or two in the process that translates over space and time. (Old habits.) If she's not keen to ask, he's not keen to tell.
Speaking of which—he pockets his lighter and spreads his hands, cowl pinned under an arm. With no small amount of opaque irony in his voice—]
You know what they say about criminals. "A superstitious, cowardly lot."
[But it's probably got more to do with the way he's made a hobby of picking up where the lawmen don't seem to be doing the job. (Again. Old habits.)]
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Combing over crime scenes with the world's greatest detective does tend to teach you a thing or two in the process that translates over space and time. (Old habits.) If she's not keen to ask, he's not keen to tell.
Speaking of which—he pockets his lighter and spreads his hands, cowl pinned under an arm. With no small amount of opaque irony in his voice—]
You know what they say about criminals. "A superstitious, cowardly lot."
[But it's probably got more to do with the way he's made a hobby of picking up where the lawmen don't seem to be doing the job. (Again. Old habits.)]