Ember nodded, that explained the few guys with clown make up she had seen walking around the city earlier during her night out. “Inque?” she guessed it had been a while since she had visited Gotham, she didn’t remember ever having heard that name before “Who’s Inque?”
“A pretty slippery woman, in several ways. Apparently, she’s got a knack of, well, living oil or ink, hence the name,” Given who Ember seemed to be, it was no surprise that some of Gotham’s ‘entourage’ had changed; time could probably pass differently for ghosts than for humans.
“Ok, got it. Well did you ever have an interesting fight with her?” she took another sip of her coffee then leaned against the back of the booth, propping her arms up a top the seat and her feet, one crossed over the other, on the table. She knew it was rude to do in a public place, she just didnt really care. “C’mon tell me about how good conqeured evil in a ravishing battle between forces, I love stories.”