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Some days aren't really that bad.

Well those are up lifting words, doc.

From me they're down right amazing.

Oh, of that I have no doubt. Every word out of your mouth is like gold.

*raises an eyebrow*

. . . You aren't who I think you are, are you?

Aiden Carter.

Fuck, you aren't. Sorry, Alice Ayres. It's nice to meet you at least, swear to Christ you look just like him.

Nice to meet you. Not something I've heard before.

What, that you look like someone else, or that someone is happy to meet you?

That I look like someone.

Someone I knew, in London. Interesting guy, decent fuck.

Oh really?

yes, really. What's so hard to believe, that someone that looks like you can be a decent fuck, or that someone would want to fuck me?

I can believe him wanting you, just can't believe you're sharing.

Well I thought I should lead with his strong suit. *Smirks.* It's just sex.

Then it can't have been that good.

Good enough for me to remember it.

Yeah.

And some days really are.

They can be.

Where I come from, they usually are.

Where's that?

Gotham.

Never been there.

That's probably a good thing.

Maybe.