"Yawn," Jerome said, without even bothering to yawn. "How can someone as fun as you be so duuuuull?" It was maddening, but here he was, indulging his little psychiatrist. Whatever. "I'd rather you made people miss the footballs they have to kick, but fine. Lucy, the doctor is IN."

He glanced around the room for a moment, then down at the book Jonathan had pushed his way. He resisted the urge to throw it, for the moment, and instead decided to challenge Jonathan. "Diagnose the hell out of the Riddler as fast as you can. I'll give you something nice if you do well. He's back in as of today, so be on him like a fly on honey."