"It's amazing what you can buy in what's considered the bad part of town." The part of Gotham that Drury lived in - Gotham Village - was old, antiquated, populated with classic brownstones that had since fallen into disrepair. The neighbourhood wasn't as bad as the Narrows or the East End, but it wasn't Cherry Hill or Park Ridge, either. Still, when Sherman Fine - aka the Broker, real estate agent to Gotham's criminals - had showed Drury this place, it had been a quick and easy sell. "The Carpenter was a big help in getting all of this fixed up and livable, though." Thank god for villains who put their skills to otherwise professional uses. She was the one who had suggested the fake wall in Drury's room that lead to his, er, Moth Closet.

Missy, for her part, rumbled out a soft purr and flopped on her back, clearly eager to receive pets from Sally. Drury made a mental note to make sure that Missy never came across Catwoman. He was sure Missy'd just up and run away with the feline felon.

"Thanks for coming, by the way. I know that weird muppet porn isn't the highest of psychological emergencies in Gotham."