I was never one for philosophy.

I never really saw the point to puzzling over problems that weren't real. Why would I care about a tree falling in the forest? Hundreds of trees fall a day, through foresting and forces of nature…

But this situation…it does make me think philosophically.

I have created all of this in my mind. And my mind would never let me off easy. So…is it possible that one of the greatest anthropologist's mind can create a mystery so tangled that she could not solve it?

…ugh, I sound like Sweets.

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Temperance looked over the burnt body, trying to tamper down the growing horror that she was staring at Batman's body. Mainly because she wasn't…she knew this was all a dream, and even if it wasn't, Batman was a fictional character. And even if he was real, and this wasn't a dream, he would be no different than any other case, thus meaning she would approach it as such.

"Cause of death was electrocution." A voice chimed in.

Even if Zack was a small, flying gold robot.

"What was your first clue, ZACK?" Hodgins asked. The Jeffersonian's resident bug and slime guy was dressed in a brilliant yellow spandex outfit, with blue on the sides and a blue star upon his chest. His curly hair stuck up from the top of the spandex headpiece he wore, which was attached to yellow goggles. A small Legion of Superheroes Flight Ring flashed in the light of the Watchtower.

"The skin has been burnt by a current being run through it…" ZACK stated, the little golden droid hovering around him.

"Booster was being sarcastic, ZACK." Cam said as she took a sample of the body's charred flesh.

Temperance held up a burnt hand. "Particulates under the nails…can you determine what they are, Hodgins?"

Hodgins stared at her for a moment. "Booster Gold. I did not sign all those manufacturing contracts just to have everyone call me Jack Hodgins. No one will buy a Hodgins' action figure."

"I would buy one, if I possessed the programming to desire such a thing." ZACK stated.

"Shut up ZACK."

"Shutting up now."

Temperance lifted the head, examining the burnt face. "It was slow…painful. The shock was designed to hurt him, to make his suffering last. Whoever did this wanted it to take a long time."

Cam shook her head. "This…this is just horrible."

Temperance turned to her, nodding. "I suppose for you it is. I am pleased by the fact that this is merely a dream, thus it does not affect me like the death of a colleague normally would."

"ok, am I the only one that finds the new Diana really creepy?"

"No, you are not." Cam said.

"I find it rather refreshing." ZACK commented.

"Thank you Zack." Temperance said.

Hodgins rolled his eyes behind his yellow goggles. "Yeah, a robot thinks you are normal…that is a relief."

"Lay off Diana, Booster." Angela called out playfully. "She can crush you like a bug, remember."

Temperance turned, smiling as she realized just who Angela was suppose to be. Fishnet stockings, a sexy tux top, and a top hat perched on her head just so…of course the woman that could do magic with a computer would be Zatanna in this dream world.

Hodgins chuckled. "What a way to go."

"Watch it now, big boy." Angela commented, looking down finally at Batman's charred remains, the smile falling from her face. "Oh God…I'd hoped…"

"Its ok, Angela. Dream world, remember?"

Angela turned to Temperance, tears in her eyes. "Sweetie…can we lay off the dream world talk…just for a bit."

"If that allows you to focus on your work, then I will." Temperance said, before moving down to Batman's feet, the boots laying on a tray table next to her. "The ankles have been broken."

"Probably someone took a crowbar to him." Hodgins stated, grimacing at Cam and Angela's winces. "Sorry."

"No…there is a lack of bruising around the muscles…the breaks weren't caused by an outside source." She turned to Angela. "Can you run some scenarios to see what could have caused this?"

"You mean whip up some magic?" Angela asked, her fingers letting out little sparks.

Temperance didn't even bat an eyebrow. "Whatever works for you." She turned to Zack. "While Hodgins…"

"Booster…Gold." Hodgins said slowly.

"…Hodgins examines the particulates found under the nails, I want you to begin removing the flesh, if you are done with it, Cam."

Cam held up her hands. "Done and finished…all yours."

"I will complete the task in a timely manner."

"So, we know who the asshole was that did this, Princess?" Booth asked, flying through one of the shuttle bay doors and into the examining room.

"Not yet." Temperance said. "And don't call me Princess."

Booth held up his hands. "I see she is still all wonky in the head."

"I'm not 'wonky'. I merely am suffering from an injury to my brain that has caused me to believe I am Wonder Woman."

"…right, I'll stick with wonky." He held out his ring, forming a sheperds' hook that latched onto Temperance's waist and dragged her away from the body. "Come on Princess, plenty of time to play with the dead body when we get back."

"Booth, let me go!" Temperance demanded, breaking free of the hook. "And where are we going?"

Booth shook his head. "Someone needs to tell Batman's family that he is dead."

Temperance paused, considering this. "As this might be my only chance to meet Alfred…I think you have a wonderful idea." She lifted up into the air, flying towards the transporter. Booth turned to Cam, looking for aid.

"You're problem now, GL." Cam said.

"Thanks Vixen…really." Booth muttered.