"If we could only get access to a phone."

"Yeah and if I could get access to a DeLorean I could go back in time, save us all, and we wouldn't be having this ridiculous discussion."

Gordon rubbed his eyes. "I know you're a lawyer, but can you try not antagonizing the others?"

"Would you rather I ask you which one of your men sold all of us out?"

Gordon ignored that; Dent was just trying to pick a fight. He had calmed down enough to return to their spot away from the others, but his nerves and the inactivity were firing him up again.

Bruce spoke up for him. "I don't think anyone from the police force sold us out. It was just bad security on my part."

"Thank you Mr. Wayne but you don't need to do that." Gordon was polite, but judging by Wayne's reaction, he hadn't been able to completely hide his irritation with being defended by a civilian.

"But thanks," he repeated, softening his tone. Wayne didn't deserve that, especially after what he'd already been through.

Dent ripped off his tie, still clearly agitated. "How long have we been here? They haven't given us a deadline either."

"I don't think they want us preparing." Gordon answered. "Besides they'll probably do it individually anyway. Kill one person every hour until the demands are met."

"Gordon you are one of the most depressing people I have ever met."

"I'm not, I'm just a realist Dent. We couldn't do anything when they first got us, we can't do anything now," he snapped back much harsher than he intended. His frustration was getting the better of him too.

"Lieutenant you can't blame yourself." Once again Wayne was coming to his defense. "No one here does. You couldn't have done anything. These are a ton of men with a ton of big guns." A smile. "You're not John McClane."

"Now there's something I want to see. 'Lieutenant Gordon, yippee-ki-yay mother – "

"Thank you Dent," Jim interrupted irritably. Wayne hid his laugh behind a cough. At least it was cheering them up, Gordon conceded.

And it was motivating Dent. "So let's say McClane was in here. How would he get out of it?"

"It's impossible."

"Humor me, Detective."

"There's only one way out of this place, locked from the outside." Gordon was in no mood to humor anyone. "They have multiple men with machine guns at the ready every time they open the door. We rush the door they mow us down. It's as simple as that. Counselor."

"And besides Harvey did you even watch Die Hard? The only reason McClane was able to win was because he didn't get caught in the first sweep. He was never a hostage. We are."

Dent refused to give in to their pessimism. "So forget McClane. All we need right now is Batman."

"Our Caesar," Wayne saluted.

"Yes our Caesar," Dent repeated, irritated.

Gordon tried to understand the sudden turn this conversation had taken. "Julius Caesar?"

Wayne heaved a sigh. "Harvey here thinks that our Batman is like Julius Caesar-when he was good. He was a hero who made it his sole duty to protect Rome from all evil."

"Poetic."

"He is a politician."

"Well it's nice and all, but right now I'd want the Batman to be Lassie not Caesar."

Bruce blinked. "Lassie?"

"You think of Batman as Lassie?"

"No I don't think of him as Lassie, but I don't think even he can take on all these men by himself."

"And so you want Batman to go to the police and tell them Timmy fell down the well?" The playboy frowned. "But that makes us Timmy."

Dent ignored the billionaire's less than helpful comments. "But to do that he has to talk to the police, and has he ever talked to anyone other than you Gordon?"

Gordon did not appreciate the spotlight being thrown onto him. "I don't think so."

Wayne looked at him, impressed. "Really? He only talks to you? Why you?"

Gordon shifted. "I wouldn't know. Because I'm a cop." A good cop. One of the few.

Dent sighed in exasperation. "There's no need for false humility Gordon. We all know why he picked you."

"I don't," Wayne protested, and for the first time in a while Gordon thought of him as a playboy socialite, eager for any bit of gossip.

"I worked in the Internal Affairs office for two years. Investigated every cop on the force. Gordon's the cleanest you'll ever meet."

Gordon stared at Dent. He'd never heard the tiniest compliment from the man before.

Dent noticed. "I'm not blind. I know you're clean. It's everyone around you. I'm not trying to start anything," Dent raised his hands, "I'm just stating fact. You're clean. That's why he picked you."

"So if you're the only one he has talked to who will he go to now?"

"Right now I hope he just calls 911." Which was true, but he also wasn't going to speculate about his unit or Batman in front of a room full of civilians. And powerful civilians at that.

"But before that he has to find us. You wouldn't happen to have a bat call on you Gordon?"

"You think I'd have a spotlight on the roof if I had him on speed dial?"

"I have a watch."

They both turned and stared at Wayne's non sequitur.

Dent hesitated. "A watch that can call Batman?"

Bruce huffed. "No. I have some techno watch with a button that will send my GPS to my penthouse."

Dent stared at him. "And you haven't pressed it because…"

"I've been trying, but I don't know, the walls are distorting the signal. It was working for a little bit when they took us out of here. So if I can get out of here again…"

"You can bring in the DeLorean."

Bruce smiled. "Or at least a white-haired old butler."

"But how are you going to get out of here when Debbie Downer here says it's impossible?"

Gordon analyzed the options. "If all we have to do is get out of here for just a few minutes, then it needs to be simple. Go to the bathroom."

Dent considered it. "Could work. But what if they tell him to just go in here?"

"Don't worry about that." Bruce stood up, fixing his tie. "No one can say no to Bruce Wayne." A charming smile and again the playboy surfaced.

Gordon shook his head. "You're not going to do it, you're a civilian."

Wayne opened his mouth to protest but Gordon cut him off. "I can't let you do it, I'm sorry."

"Lieutenant I'm not going to go out there and karate-chop the bad guys. All I'll do is go to the bathroom, press a button on my watch, and come right back. It's simple."

"I know it's simple, but I'm going to do it."

"Gordon I have to agree with Wayne on this one. You're a cop, they'd watch you like a hawk, whereas him-"

"This isn't up for discussion."

"Lieutenant please. Harvey's right. I'm not going to go out and be a hero, believe me. But I have a better shot than you do."

"No."

"Gordon," Wayne hissed, exasperated. Gordon's head snapped up at the tone and the unfamiliar address.

"Look, why don't we do this the democratic way all right?" Dent dug into his pocket. "Heads Wayne goes, tails you do."