To Dick, this was the most arduous part of the business. Improvisation, quick thinking, creative thinking… those he excelled at and lived for. The part that took the most concentration was analyzing a scene. He had to expand his view, but focus on detail. He had to creatively imagine what happened, but not make assumptions. There was no deflection or finesse, just pressure and focus.

He saw the faint blood stain on the concrete. He stood in the vantage point of Keller before he shot himself. He then looked in the direction Keller was looking in the video. In front of him was a turn route for the next floor of the car park. He started walking towards the empty vacant area in front of him to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. He walked back to where the car was. Nothing. He went back into Keller's position to see what is visual range was. He couldn't see too far from where he was without turning his head further than Keller did. Nothing. He looked up at the camera. It looked stationary. It didn't look tampered with from where he stood. He started walking towards where Keller came from. He stopped right where Keller would have entered from the frame. It wasn't a straight line from the entrance of the floor on the other side of the lot, but nothing that could hint of what happened within that distance. There were still 2 cars remaining in the lot, and Batman had to rush himself as not to be seen. He started walking back to the entrance scanning around him for any sign of a struggle or… anything. Nothing. There were several places he could have been attacked, but nothing that proved that he was. He walked the full distance. It took him a total of 93 seconds to walk the full length of the car park. What happened in the other 4.5 minutes?

In the audio feed in his earpiece, Batman heard the familiar young voice of his partner, "Batman? Are you there?"

Batman raised his finger to an area near his right ear and responded, "I hear you Robin.

"I think I have something."

"What is it?"

"There's a connection to this Dr. Steven Keller person and a Bridget Clancy."

Oh god, Dick thought to himself. Damian continued, "Who happened to be your superintendant. That's why you're not including the red head in this research. You had a relationship with that woman, didn't you?"

"No I didn't."

"Then you want to. That's why you're trying to prove this isn't suicide."

"Damian. I'm doing a favor for an old friend. I owe it to her."

"If that's all it was, you'd be making that red headed one do the computer work."

"I don't want her help on this, Damian. I have to do this myself."

"Then why am I helping?"

"I didn't ask for your help. I said it didn't concern you."

"You always say that. Usually, it means your case is challenging. I didn't think it would be emotional."

Dick stopped himself from going further. He paused. Took a deep breath and asked, "Did you find anything of use?"

"Of course I did. Do you really think I'd fail doing anything Tim Drake could?"

"So? What did you find?"

"He... might have been murdered."

"Well, I bet that was hard to say."

"I pulled Dr. Keller's financial records. 2 years ago, he lost a lot of money. Over a 7 week period, his estimated accumulate assets went from an eight digit figure to a five digit figure and was heading dangerously close towards four. Then, all of a sudden, the freefall stopped."

"Financial aid?"

"His legal records didn't say. But then, I became the detective you wish you were and came across a duplicate account. It had a livable amount of a little under a million dollars."

Dick frowned upon hearing the news. It wasn't evidence of it being a murder, but it was something. He then continued, responded, "Does it reveal the source of the money?"

"I know it's not a real bank account. The funds are real but the institution it's coming from is a fake."

"That's impossible. Are you sure about that?"

"Very. The fake institution has no EIN, FIN, SEC notation identification or serviceable tracing number. It's like some kind of ghost bank that has unlimited funds"

"How is that possible?"

"It shouldn't be. It bypasses all security precautions that require these verifications, but I've never seen a program that could cover all its bases like this."

"Why was Keller paid from an account like this? What type of services would he have provided?"

"Ah. That is where my superior detective skills come in. I noticed a payment of just fewer than 4000 dollars on August the 15th. That was 2 days after I'd sliced Zsasz across the abdomen with his own knife. Then, I saw a deposit on September 2nd. It was the same day that I fractured several vertebrae on a henchman working for Twoface that escaped."

"That's a bit disturbing. Were there any others coincidences?"

"I checked several of the other deposits... they're all within 1 to 5 days of reports of villains that were either injured or killed without finding the body."

"So, you think he's hired to heal dying bad guys. Wouldn't that be incentive to keep him alive?"

"Who cares? It's a point for me."

Dick rolled his eyes again.

"Anything else?"

"I expanded the search to include all cameras on the adjacent floors during that time period. I found there was a light on the 2nd floor that casts a light on a wall seen in the 1st floor camera. Now. Keller left the floor at 12:34 About 30 seconds later, I saw a shadow move past the light."

"So?"

"He was moving fast."

"Are you sure?"

"It was like he was running?"

"Where is the light?"

"Fifty-two meters from the entrance on the floor below you."

"I'm currently looping the video save files of the security system, but can you get a live feed of the cameras?"

"There's no need. I've already beaten you, Grayson."

"The point doesn't count unless I verify it."

"Now you're just making up excuses. I've proven: I'm better than you."

"Robin, I've walked up and down this floor. I don't see any light sources that would cast a light downstairs."

""Very well. I only need a moment- There. The light is still there."

Dick walked to the location Damian was mentioning. He walked all around the area, but could not find the light source. "Robin, are you sure that light's there?"

"I'm looking at it right now. I can't be faulted for your inability to find the light. If I was there, I'm sure it wouldn't elude me."

Dick waved his arms around all lamps and ceiling lights, but could not find anything that would cast a light to the next floor down. After a moment, he decided to go to the floor below him just to see this light he was talking about. He moved to the ledge and was preparing to jump when Damian interrupted him.

"There, you just blocked it."

Dick stopped in his tracks. He looked around him to see what lights he was blocking. Then he looked out to the street and saw a street lamp glowing in through the window.

"It was a fast light? Like a man running?"

"It was fleeting, but I was able to shadow pass by. Why?"

"I'm standing on a ledge, Robin. If he was running across this light…"

"What would Keller be doing running across a ledge?"

Dick looked a few feet outside the window. There were no ledges that someone could have jumped from. Then, he looked above him. When he looked up, he saw a ledge from the next floor up. They were tapered so a person could jump and swing from one level to the next. Dick leaped up and grabbed the ledge of the next floor up. He pulled himself up and tilted towards the edge. Once there, he leaned over and called Robin again.

"Robin, watch the light. Tell me if it's like the shadow you saw on the video."

Dick then flipped and pirouetted grabbing the ledge and swinging down onto the floor below.

"The shadow is a little bigger, but yes, that was almost exactly the speed on the video. So, do I win now?"

Dick looked at where he landed. It was in the path Keller was walking. Dick thought about the crime scene for a moment. There was no struggle, there was no physical exertion or bruising. The best way to hold someone without causing any damage would have been a shoulder lock or a choke hold. He tried to imagine the different positions, a martial artist would hold his victim from that spot. He then thought of the gun.

Even in a hold, Keller would have had enough time, to try to grab his gun and try to get off a shot or two. Dick raised his hand and pointed his fingers like he was about to shoot someone. He looked towards the walls and the floor to see if there were any busted lamps or cracks in the concrete. Nothing. Dick then pointed his finger as if he was trying to shoot someone behind him. As he brought his hand up behind him he looked up to the ceiling and saw a little crack in the concrete. He pulled a small telescopic lens from his belt and put it to his eye. When he zoomed into the ceiling, he saw a bullet hole lodged in the concrete above him hidden behind a light fixture. He then looked along the ceiling and all directions that his hand could turn and saw at another section of the ceiling, another bullet hole.

"I found the two bullet holes. There was a struggle here… probably a Triangle fugari clutch hold. His right hand flailed around with the gun in his hand and the choke prevented him from being conscious for very long. This is where he was attacked."

"Great. Now do you concede that I've won Grayson?"

"We still don't know who did it, or why."

Just then, Oracle's voice chimed in through the ear piece.

"Batman, can you hear me?"

Oracle proceeded to overview her and Huntress's situation with Batman. She then played the recording for him to hear. When the recording stopped, Dick asked, "What account is he talking about?"

Oracle responded, "I don't know. I'm assuming it belongs to whoever the target is."

"No, he says the target's the 'last tie' to the account. That means there was more than one target. Robin, bring up all the information on Steven Keller's account. See if anyone else tried to access it."

Robin groaned, "No don't go back to our case. They're chasing an assassin that shoots explosives out of his wrists. That's infinitely more exciting than a suicidal doctor."

Dick screamed, "I thought we settled he didn't kill himself."

"No, I said he might have been murdered. I still think he killed himself."

Oracle tried to break up the argument before it began by asking, "What are you guys talking about?"

Before Dick could respond, Damian blurted out, "Dick's trying to disprove a suicide so he can sleep with his old landlord."

Huntress was the first to respond with an incredulous, "What?"

Dick felt his blood pressure rise and yelled, "I'm not trying to sleep with her, Robin."

Oracle pushed a button sending a feedback into the audio connections for all people listening. The high pitched "ping" almost deafened the other 3 heroes. When there was silence on the line, Oracle calmly replied, "What are you trying to look up, Batman?"

Batman summarized his findings with Oracle. Oracle in turn brought up the accounts herself and got a much more professional look at the content. Oracle took one look at the criminal software used to pay into the doctor's accounts and was shocked.

"This is amazing. I've never seen a program like this before. It'd take me weeks to crack this program to find out where it came from."

As she said that, Oracle's screen went completely blank. Barbara asked, "Wait, what's happening?" Ten seconds passed and then the screen came back up again, but all the transactions that tied to the ghost account were erased. The total value on the account jumped from a number in the millions to 25.38. It was as if the transactions never existed.

Dick heard the concern in her voice and asked if she was all right.

"I'm fine, Batman… the minute my computer entered the account, all the records just disappeared. I don't know who's behind this, but that person is very good."

Batman asked again, "Did anyone else access the doctor's account."

Oracle searched all the access logs in her system. "Yes, I got something. The SEC found this account when he was settling some debits. The account 'red flagged' and a DA in New York was trying to get a subpoena to pull the logs of the account."

"What is the current status of the SEC agent that found the account?"

A few moments passed and Oracle responded, "He hanged himself."

"What about the DA?"

"Still alive. He's in City Hall now. He requisitioned a team to keep him under observation."

Huntress spoke up first, "The security detail."

Dick ran as quickly as he could to the Batmobile. He leapt into the driver seat and took off. In a different part of the city, fired a zip line into the horizon and began swinging towards City Hall. Oracle said, "You're not going to make it in time."

Dick responded, "I know someone in New York who could help us."