It had been three days. Eddie was now sure of a few things.

First he realized that his client was not just a paranoid rich boy who deserved a few bills taken from his pocket, but actually was right – there was something wrong with Bruce Wayne. Eddie's intuition told him that Mr. Wayne was different, and further research revealed supported his intuition. Eddie didn't have access to Wayne's financials, but there were several charitable organizations and things under his name and that he paid money for. Many of them were smarter and had more return than the sorts of things Wayne was putting his money into now.

It wasn't that Bruce Wayne wasn't trying to help people before, but he was more subtle about it. The new "change of heart" Bruce Wayne was making a big deal about it.

The next thing he realized was that Wayne was never alone. This too was different from before. Wayne had a bodyguard for a short time before (Sasha… Bordeaux? Was that her name? What happened to her? Should investigate further), but now he always seemed to have some sort of toady. Toadies that the secretaries didn't recognize and weren't on Wayne Enterprise's payroll.

That was certainly suspicious. After watching them for a while, Eddie noticed Wayne seemed rather cold to them all. Perhaps Gideon had been right about the mob? No, Wayne pretended to be a useless playboy (wait, pretended to be? What rational explanation did that thought have?), but he seemed to be very straight-laced, even if he did seem a bit too willing to get people out on parole, including a certain Riddler.

All that led to this – a risk he was hesitant to make. Not because he had something against breaking into Wayne's office, but he didn't want to jeopardize the pay check by being… non-discrete.

Still, if he could figure out the gap in Wayne's financials, see his private files… he might have a lead to go on.

So Eddie Nigma had broken into Wayne's office quite effortlessly, and picked the locks (surprisingly difficult), and was now rifling through Wayne's files.

The nagging feeling that he was missing something, that there was something he should be remembering pressed at his mind. It was very distracting.

Wait, were those footsteps? Dammit. Eddie froze and listened carefully. He could hear the murmur of voices as well. Three people? No, two people.

Eddie hurriedly stuffed the files back in and closed the case. Act innocent, act natural, act sane.

The door opened and Bruce Wayne and one of his toadies entered.

Bruce spotted Riddler leaning on his desk and sneered. Eddie tried not to bristle at his expression.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne. I thought I had an appointment?"

The clinger-on, an Asian woman with thick dark hair in a crisp grey pantsuit frowned at him. For a second, Eddie thought she was reaching for a weapon. Perhaps they were bodyguards?

Wayne put on a very fake smile, ridding his face of the sneer. Odd, Eddie was sure that Wayne's fake smiles were more convincing than that (there! Where did that come from?).

"I don't think so, Riddler. Anyway, it seems a little bit late for an appointment?"

Eddie pulled out a blank paper from his paper and pretended to consult it. "Oh, it appears I made a mistake. Nine thirty am, not pm. I'll be going then, get out of your hair."

As he tried to walk by, Bruce grabbed his arm. "I hope you found what you were looking for, because you won't get into my office again."

Eddie gently, okay, almost gently pulled his arm away, giving him no answer but a smug smile. Of course, he didn't find anything in the office, but Wayne didn't know that, and it was fun to see Wayne's look of contempt.

All in all, Eddie was surprised that Wayne hadn't done anything. If he had something to hide, he would have reacted much differently. Check somewhere else, then. Wayne Manor?

Wait, hadn't he read something about that?

Eddie had reached the elevator down the hall and pressed the button. He glanced back over his shoulder. Good, they weren't looking back at him. Out of sight, out of mind. Now, where was he?

Yes, Wayne Manor. What was it about Wayne Manor he had read?

Bruce Wayne had left, moved out into the old Elliot house.

That was strange. Thomas Elliot had hated Bruce Wayne. Why?

Because Thomas Elliot was Hush. Hush hated Batman, why did he hate Bruce Wayne?

No that wasn't right. Something was off, something was wrong.

He was missing something.

The elevator doors opened.

Something, something, something.

Thomas Elliot was Hush.

Fact.

Hush hated Batman.

Fact.

Thomas Elliot hated Bruce Wayne.

Fact.

Hush hated Batman because Elliot hated Bruce Wayne.

Something.

Why?

Because

Because

What time is it when an elephant sits on your fence?

The elevator doors closed.

Because Batman was Bruce Wayne.