[ his smile goes sweet and farmboy sheepish, completely earnest because he can't really help himself. ] I don't know, feels like I do a lot of waving and smiling sometimes. [ that's a part of being superman, too, he knows. being present, being available to people, being a reassurance.

still, he's happy to shuffle that part to the side and focus on tim instead. ] I thought you looked familiar. Gotham, right?

[ he traces a finger idly through the condensation on the side of the water glass, hooking a booted ankle over the rung of his stool. should he just ask tim to meet him elsewhere where they can actually talk? the staccato beat of his heart has settled, so he clearly recognizes jon. ]

You seem to be doing okay here. I guess you're not new..?