"You got a cigarette?" A homeless denizen inquires, sprawled out on a stoop in front of a CPA's office. He's flanked by three others. They're casually shooting the bull, setting up camp for the night. I'm merely walking home from work. I do not have a cigarette. "Sorry," I shrug. "Thanks anyways, pard'ner." A few minutes later, I arrive home at Wayne Manor. I set down my keys. I notice my Zippo lighter. I pick it up and flip it open a few times. I'm tired but not ready for bed. The night's not over, I decide. I clutch the Zippo lighter and head out the door. I stop by the nearest quik-e-mart and buy a pack of cigarettes. I venture over towards my pard'ner's base camp and make an annou