Johnny Briggs closed the door behind him as he entered his apartment. It was small and cramped, the yellow paint peeling. However, despite the room's scruffy décor, it ha several very expensive-looking objects in it - a large, flat-screen TV, for instance.

Johnny flicked on the lights to reveal the shrouded, dark figure of a man he had dreaded meeting. The Batman.

Johnny stumbled back in shock, and swore. 'What are you doing here?' He asked.

'I know it was you, Johnny.' Rasped Batman in a low, grating whisper.

'I don't know what you're talking about.' Johnny denied. 'I didn't kill anyone!'

'I never mentioned a killing.' Batman replied, satisfaction in his voice.

'Ya got no proof.' Johnny countered.

'Really?' Said Batman. 'Let me show you.'

Batman extended his right arm, gesturing around the room.

'This a cheap apartment, dirty. However, it's full of expensive items, the flat-screen, the bed, the paintings, the pool table, even your clothes - all of it brand new. Which would lead me to conclude that you recently received a large sum of money, and haven't yet bought a new house. You're not paid even nearly enough to buy these things at by your current employer.

'Next, there's your shoes.'

'My shoes?' Johnny asked, looking down at his pristine new loafers.

'Not those ones. The ones in your bedroom.'

'What about them?'

'They're caked in mud. You live in the middle of Gotham. Henry Johnson, the man you were paid to murder, was found dead in a marsh in the countryside just outside of Gotham.'

'That-'

'Isn't much to go on,' Batman interrupted. 'So then there's your forehead.'

'My forehead?'

'The victim was beaten to death. I found a shower cap in your bathroom, meaning that the area around your scalp wasn't touched by water during your last shower.'

'And?'

'There are two flecks of dried blood just above your left ear.'

'No-one else ever mentioned it.'

'No-one else was looking.'

Johnny remained silent for a couple of seconds, then spoke. 'Not of that's real proof.'

'No, it isn't.' Batman agreed. 'But thankfully, I found this.'

And then, Batman threw back his cloak and held up an object Johnny recognised. It was a long, metal crowbar caked in blood. Johnny fell back, his eyes wide.

'So, Johnny.' Batman said, satisfied. 'I think there's just one question left to ask.'

'W-what?' Johnny asked, fearful.

Batman began to advance on the murderer. 'Are you going to tell me who hired you…' He raised a fist. 'Or am I going to have to make you..?'