"Yes yes it is, but honestly I like the natural temperatures a lot more." He says even if he hates the cold. He was a hypocrite, he loved snow but hated cold. Hated heat but liked the beach. He was happiest in moderate temperatures but it couldn't be fall all year... and no one liked Halloween in Gotham.

"What were the young lords parents like?" He inquired curiously before nodding. His thoughts flashing to Willis, the petty criminal, and Bruce the billionaire vigilante... he was a mix of his father's that was for sure, but he also had a lot of Catherine in him even if she wasn't his birth mother. "Yeah, unfortunately, we still do. Even when their not great. B... Well, he..." He made a face trying to think. He wanted to say Bruce was his father but he knew Bruce might argue that now. "His name's Bruce Wayne. He took me in for awhile before I died. He was just someone I used to know." It hurt saying it but that was how it felt most days. He knew Bruce didn't trust him at all anymore despite the web of lies the man always threw at him to get him to work with them. He thought of the boy he had been stalking, the young Bruce the city had had and his heart hurt... even that Bruce left. "I was his charity case... he was just cleaning trash off the streets." He spoke it a touch lower, the words people used to say to him at school before he died. When his future was still bright... the things he once ignored but now believed.