"Do all of you have this 'doom and gloom' attitude? I would've assumed there had to be one black sheep who might actually crack a smile every now and then."

He's well aware of the stigma surrounding the Bat and his allies. Supposedly, they were all "Debbie-Downers", a colony of vigilantes who might've looked more at home in a Hot-Topic than perched on the rooftops. He didn't subscribe to that idea entirely. He was sure you looked right at home as long as there was a gargoyle statue somewhere nearby.

On the Bat's request, you'd been sent to Star City. You supposed it was to make sure you played nice with all the League members seeing as how you might need to work with them. And although you'd have to torture Ollie to get him to admit it, he supposed the Bat had chosen him because of the polarity of your personality. Or at least the personality you've shown off so far. He's sure you're more than just a scowl hidden behind a mask.

But theoretical personality bubbling right under the surface aside, right now he's saddled with someone who he can't wrench more than one word responses out of as he waltzes across the neon speckled rooftops of the slumbering city.

It seemed to be a relatively quiet night and as such, he didn't mind wasting a moment or two chatting aloud even though it seemed he spoke more to himself with you as a passive attendant to his soliloquy.

Every now and then he might call your attention by announcing your alias before asking your opinion on something. Though at the current moment he just stands voicing his displeasure at having not landed a patrol with the acrobatic ward. He'd heard that one was far more talkative.

"I mean, I'm sure even you could flash a grin every now and then. Scout's honor, I won't point and laugh if you've got crooked teeth." Hell, he'd promise to be polite even if you parted your lips and revealed you lacked any pearly whites whatsoever. Just emote for goodness sake.