[ he doesn't respond immediately. barring the fact that Bigby is high on a bloodlust that hasn't surfaced in quite a while, he doesn't really know how to digest this truly ironic event.

the only thing he can think to do is something he always does in times like this. his trust pack of nicotine is pulled out and a cigarette is placed between his lips, lighting it and taking a long enough drag to make a quarter of it turn into ash immediately. ]

Not looking for a goddamn bounty. Can't you tell? I just like beating shit up.

[ it's not like he's about to get money for the people lying on the ground and groaning. ]

You're not as big and bloodthirsty as certain people were making you out to be.