"So I'm guessing that's how you got that small scratch near your mouth. There was a fight," Jim said turning around, just to see the Batman gone. "I really have to pay closer attention," he mumbled to himself. After looking at the clock that said it was 5 am he decided to go look for Alfred or the kitchen to make some coffee. Putting his coat on, he panicked shortly. 'Where's the file on Mayor Aliasn?' He looked and padded down each and every pocket in his coat but couldn't find it. 'Please let Batman have it.' He walked out the room closing the door behind him and paused. 'Which way am I supposed to go?' he wondered. After a few minutes went to the left and sighed in relief when he found staircases that met up with other ones leading to the main entrance. "Alfred!" he called out, but there was no response. Walking down the stairs towards the main entrance, he went right after hearing water running.

"Master Bruce you shouldn't be out so late."

"Sorry Alfred, you know I had to do it."

Jim heard whom he presumed to be Alfred sigh. As he came closer to the door. "Yes, I know... Master Bruce!"

"Huh?"

Jim stood at the half way opened door and saw the water overflowing in the sink, while Bruce was holding a glass in his hand underneath the faucet, but was looking in the other direction.

"The water..."Alfred said rushing over to him carrying two stacks of dishes with him in both hands. The next second Alfred slipped and landed on the floor with an 'oooff' while Bruce had turned off the water placing his glass quickly next to the sink. The dishes were in the flying in the air as soon as he did that and Bruce looked at it wide-eyed. Jim thought that was the end for the dishes when Bruce reached out both hands and caught half of the dishes on them and the other half were caught and balancing on a foot he had put out in front of him. Alfred could be heard laughing at him and Jim gawked shortly at the skill the billionaire had just showed, when he saw Bruce look at him out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly he slipped, banging his head on the counter and also landed on the floor but somehow still held the dishes in his hands the ones on his foot were caught by Alfred.

Bruce let out a short sigh. "That was lucky."

Jim saw Alfred frown. "What are you talking about, Master Bruce?"he said confused.

"Hey Jim, mind giving us a hand?" Bruce asked flashing him a sort of stupid goofy smile.

Jim saw realization cross the butlers face and it disappeared just as quick. Jim nodded and started to help clean up, but his mind was elsewhere. 'What was that just now,' he wondered. 'That was definitely not luck, but skill. I saw how he unfazed caught all of the dishes as they fell down separately. It was just like you'd see in the circus where the clown throws up the dishes and the trapezes catches them all on sticks on the tip of his fingers and foot that he's holding out. Also the look that Bruce had before he noticed I was there wasn't that what you'd always see at party's or when he said something dumb. It didn't look like the idiot playboy, it looked more like his natural self, he seemed more intelligent then.' Jim's mind tried to come up with a rational explanation, like it was just a fluke of luck, but he always found something against his explanation. 'He was to calm' or 'Even if it was luck there's no way he'd of caught them on his foot like that.' Also the butler seemed unfazed by the acrobatic and even confused when Bruce had said it was lucky after seeing Jim. Jim's mind kept thinking of all the clumsy so called accidents and started to wonder, 'Were they really accidents?' He had noticed how Bruce pretended to slip while his outstretched arms were perfectly still. The normal reaction would've been to try and catch yourself not matter what you had, but Bruce didn't he kept his arms with the plates perfectly still. Even his leg and foot were still till he reached the ground and the butler grabbed the plates in the nick of time. 'Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire is hiding something.' Was the only explanation at why he tried to hide the skill he had just shown. Jim decided to test his theory sometime later, when the so call idiot playboy let his guard down. He put the dishes down next to the sink, eying Bruce as he also put them down. He had that idiot smile on his face again.

"Boy was I lucky; I didn't injure myself severely when I slipped. Just banged my head."

"Are you sure? You might have a concussion."

Bruce chuckled, "That's impossible because..."

Jim crossed his arms, inwardly smirking. 'Bingo.'

"Because Master Bruce had a car accident once, where he had suffered a severe concussion. I'm sure he'd of known if he had one right now," Jim heard Alfred say behind him and inwardly cursed that the butler had just blown the small crack he had made in the playboy.

"Yeah." Bruce said smiling, but Jim heard the slight hesitation in his voice. Bruce knelt over to wipe up the water and slipped landing straight on his face. Jim started laughing as he looked up irritated with blood slowly coming out of his nose. 'That does not fit to his somehow cheery face at all.'

"It's not funny."

Jim had to laugh harder as he saw the playboy pout, the thoughts of him hiding something slowly starting to fade away.

"Sorry, but somehow your face still looks cheery, but yet you're upset. It looks hilarious." Jim told him clutching his stomach. He could hear laughter behind him that Alfred was trying to suppress.

"Not you too," Bruce whined causing Jim to laugh harder.

"Come on Master Bruce, let's have that nose looked at. Do you mind wiping up the water, Master Gordon?"

Jim groaned. "Please don't call me Master Gordon. Call me Jim and I can wipe up the water."

"Thank you Master Jim."

He groaned again. "I said..."

"Leave it Jim, I've tried thousands of time to try to get him to call me Bruce, but he always says Master Bruce."

"Fine..."

They both left the room and Jim grabbed a towel to wipe up the water. He decided to start where Bruce slipped and was just getting ready to wipe it up when he noticed something. 'The small drop of blood hasn't gotten wider and lighter in color. Normally if there's water there it would've expanded and gotten thinner from the water causing the color also to get lighter. He put his hand down on the floor where Bruce slipped. 'It's not wet?' He felt around thinking maybe he guessed wrong but all around it wasn't wet. He felt around on the entire left side of the kitchen and found out it was completely dry. Thinking maybe because of his shoes he felt where Bruce had been standing before and found out it was also dry. 'Wait how'd Alfred slip then?' He crawled over to the area where Alfred slipped feeling the tile floor all over but he didn't find any tile wet until he got to where Alfred slipped. Confused Jim stood up and looked at where the water was and walked slightly to the left of it until he got into the right angle where he could see the water. It looked like it was splattered there, meaning it fell or flew from something. Jim thought back to when Alfred had hurried over to Bruce. 'The sink, did it overflow onto the floor?' He pinched the area between his eyes frowning trying to remember. 'NO!' he realized. 'Wait then how did the water get over there, the dishes were definitely not wet and it's not like Alfred was carrying a glass of water with him... That's it! The glass of water Bruce had, but if it got over there when Bruce was standing next to the sink... the glass it was overflowing with water! Maybe...' Jim decided to test out his hypothesis. He emptied out the sink and wiped up the water around it, before overfilling the glass with water. He turned around quickly just as Bruce did and watched the water land exactly where Alfred slipped. 'Hah! I figured out what happened. But if Bruce didn't slip because of wet shoes then there's no way he could've slipped unless he faked it.' The thought's of him hiding something from before started pouring back into his mind. 'My god, he just tried to fake me out and it nearly worked, I really had lost all suspicions of him and thought it was a fluke.' He wiped up the water he had spilled in his experiment and hung up the towel on the side of the counter.

"Master Jim thank you for wiping up the water."

He spun around surprised he hadn't heard them walking in. "No problem, hey I found some methyl cyanide and was wondering what that was." 'Here comes the intelligence experiment,' Jim thought. He watched Bruce pale.

"Methyl cyanide, where? That stuff is deadly, how'd it get in here..." Jim saw realization flash across his face and a slight frown, appeared on his face. It disappeared and was hidden by an amused smile, but Jim wasn't fooled this time he could see the anger and irritation in his eyes. Jim smiled pretending he had been joking and Bruce chuckled. " That was a joke wasn't it. Thank goodness."

"Yeah, you should've seen your face," Jim said faking a small laugh. "But that's quite some intelligence you got there, Bruce Wayne. Normally only people in Labs or people involved in crimes know about methyl cyanide." He watched the smile disappear from the playboy's face.

"Well, I... uh, heard it once and wondered what it was."

"Really, where did you here it, at a crime scene."

Fear flashed shortly across his face and Jim gave him a puzzled look at why he'd be scared of hearing it at a crime scene. Stuff happens in Gotham it's normal for people to hear stuff from crime scenes or even be there.

"No... it was in one of the meetings I think. Something found leaking or so, I don't remember exactly."

"Is that so..." he said disbelieving.