You were both drunk. Of course you were, it was a Saturday night and the two of were bored. So, you got out the wine, and... it went from there. Wine and a night that's anything but quiet. It is Gotham, after all.

"You know, it's crazy, because you can take a man out of the city, but... you can't take a- you can't take the city out of the man." Jason babbled, stumbling over his words.

"They took me out of Gotham, but they never took Gotham out of me. It's... weird. And now I'm back. Maybe I shouldn't be, but... without Gotham, I'm not much of a man, I suppose." He continued, pausing only to take a drink.

"Well... it's Gotham and you who make me what I am." His voice was tender, almost sweet. Almost loving.