[ her—? he scoffs lightly, more riddled with amusement than anything else. ] Yeah, well. Let's just say we had one hell of a break up.

[ as floyd turns back to the scope, his expression changes. there's a soft mechanical noise as he adjusts his right eye's substitute, getting a closer look at something far beyond the basic field of vision. ]

Are you seein' that?

[ it might have been a change of subject if he wasn't so fixated. to the untrained eye, it's nothing more than a bug in the distance, but he watches as it travels quickly and winds up regretting it, falling into the ground. whatever it is — it's no insect, and it sure as hell ain't human.

as fast as it was, it recomposes itself and disappears from sight once more. he doesn't move — waiting to see if it returns. ]

I don't know about you, kid, but I'm startin' to wish I was back in Gotham.