Syrrus
Wishful bard
"Sounds like gibberish useless to me." Nygma shrugged and pointed towards a red looking place, by the corner of the next street. "I do not remember the name, apologize, something like Sinatra's-- I don't remember." He shrugged again and peered through the window in thought. "You sound like a comic book I used to read as a child, rather dull - short story, too messy, too grim."