"Uh-huh. I'm a unicorn." He said it without a hint of irony, evidently thinking that was a very reasonable description of himself. He was rare, he'd say that much. But there were many ways of being rare. He could sense it with Roman too. That off quality. Something underneath the surface there. Perhaps too much.

"I can get you in anywhere. They won't even ask for ID." Money talked everywhere. Perhaps even louder in Gotham.