The present.
Bruce leans on his cane, facing the smashed display case where his suit once stood. His grim face is taut with outrage.
A wider shot reveals the parked Batmobile, still dripping wet.
We hear Terry's voice over these shots: "Powers raided my dad's stuff, then denied he had anything to do with the murder. That was when I realized your suit was good for more than ransom money."
A pause. Bruce speaks without looking at him. "What did you learn?"
Some distance away, Terry touches his bruised and bound ribs. "Saw some messed up mutagen experiments. Figure you know more about it than I do."
"I haven't been in control of my family's company for years," Bruce says bitterly. "Powers forced me out ages ago." He turns around then. "How do you know Powers was behind the break-in? Isn't it possible that someone else is after the same thing?"
Terry winces doubtfully. "That's what Powers wants me to think."
Bruce limps back to the computer. He brings up footage of what Terry saw in the bottom of the chemical drum – Inque peering down at him. Freezing the image, he brings up what we saw at the beginning of the film – Chloe Clay transforming into Inque. This, too, is a frozen image.
"Her name was Chloe Clay." Bruce's aged hands close into fists. "I assumed the experiment killed her. I lost track of her after that night. But that thing you were fighting at Wayne-Powers… Why would she be there?"
Terry's eyes widen as it dawns on him. "Because Powers' illegal experiments made her into … that. But it's a little late for revenge, isn't it? This Chloe Clay thing was over twenty years ago."
They are both getting immersed in the mystery. "That was also when Powers began acting strangely – isolating himself, staying near water, forcing people to be 'cleaned' when they visit him. He knows Clay survived."
Terry nods slowly. "That thing did seem to hate water."
They stare at the images for a moment. An awkward silence develops. They glance at each other, then glance away sourly. Bruce taps a few buttons at the computer. "I'll call you a cab."
"What are you going to do about Powers?" Terry demands. "And you're not sending me out like this, either."
"Pray tell me what I did that makes you believe I owe you anything, McGinnis."
"Slumlords and corrupt cops took over your city. Derek Powers took over your company and turned it into an illegal weapons plant. But, sorry. Somehow I got it into my head that Batman cared about things like that. My mistake." Terry pauses. "Or were you referring to why you can't spare a pair of goddamn pants?"
Cut to interior McGinnis apartment.
Terry walks in wearing nothing but boxer shorts.