"I thought bats didn't believe in magic, and look at you, here you are." John says mockingly, takes a puff of his cigarette before stubbing it out.

John wonders what is so great that you, a member of the bat-family, would go to such great effort to find him in that remote, nearly empty bar. He knows you wouldn't look for him if it wasn't a matter of life and death, your pride wouldn't let you do that.