He had walked past this bar far many times than he could count, but this was the first time he went inside. He had meant to, really he had, but a mix of emotions prevented him from doing so until everything was made right.

Bitter at the system and having his mind played with by Hugo Strange, Jim had disappeared into the night. He slept at odd hours of the day, often spending the nights prowling the streets and following leads down dark alleys and out of town excursions, racking up an inventory of criminals for the GCPD the last few months. Hell, he was better at it now than he was as a detective.

"Hey." He says, barely catching her eyes and a smile tugging at one corner as he took a seat at the bar watching her pour a glass out for him. She even remembered what he liked to drink.

"Been here the whole time?" He knew the answer to that, but he decided to go the small talk route, wanting to keep things simple.