*A hospital in Gotham*

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*Jordan McIntyre is a very rich and powerful man. Stunningly so, really. So to say he's getting the best treatment for his injuries is a bit of an understatement -- his personal physicians, people who know enough to not ask details of his activities -- are flying in from Washington, D.C., to see to him, and in the meantime, he's been treated to the

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Visiting as Batman is easy. Doing anything in Gotham as Batman is easy. First things first, however: he wants to nudge at McIntyre's conscience to see how much the old man knows and whether his suspicions are correct. So the man that appears in Jordan's room near the end of visiting hours is not the Dark Knight but his uneasy daytime alias of Bruce Wayne.

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*Jordan tears himself away from his fascination with the television to acknowledge Bruce.*

Bruce, my boy! Good to see you! Have you ever seen this show? It's appalling, and yet I can't look away.

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"LexCorp knows how to make money but not tastefully." Bruce glances over the TV before asking Jordan, "So how're you feeling?"

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Feeling? Well, I've got a couple nasty bumps on the head from the warehouse coming down, and I think a rib got fractured in there somewhere.

Otherwise, I'm grateful for the long periods of reflection.

*He seems to be chewing something over in his head, even as he's speaking.*

I let myself get blind to an organizational problem, and didn't notice it until it was a crisis. Now I have a mess on my hands, and I'm not sure how to proceed.

*He laughs, but it's a little more bitter than usual.*

Anybody who tells you life gets easier when you're old and rich has either been neither or is an idiot.