Oracle came across several irregularities whilst doing an archival scan on Arkham. Several close-circuit footage have had been tampered with, as their security log had been in-cohesive with archival footage.

She has sent over a more in-depth detailed report to me. I reviewed it. The older-wing of the facility has had tampered archive folders that did not link up to my personal ones.

Using the WI-14 Satellite I did a full three-dimensional scan of the older wing. There was, indeed evidence of tempered terrain on the courtyards.

I suggested to Oracle that this might be due to a simple technical error. I had just wrapped up Edward Nygma's case and was not ready to go for another one. She countered me saying that it would be of no harm to enquire about the findings.

I ended the brief chat shortly afterward. Running a hand over my face, I punched in a few numeric codes into a panel and a steel cabinet rose from behind.

I swung it open and ever so poetically was the cowl once again staring down on me.

"Going out again, Master Wayne?" Alfred slowly descended the rocky steps to the vault where I was.

"Yeah," I nodded and acknowledged him.

I carefully snapped on the bulky electronic gauntlets that served as a portable device to the main console.

Next on I clipped on the Kevlar cape near the suit's neck joints and stretched the rubber mask over my head.

Turning back I remembered that Alfred had came down here with me. He had a excited gleam in his eyes.

"What's up Alfred?" I asked.

"Master Wayne—do you remember you're the philosophy your father went by?"

I squinted. It was an odd question to ask me. Anyhow I would not even count it as his philosophy. It was a common entrepreneurial phrase back in the day.

"Yeah Alfred, what about it?"

"You see Master Wayne, I was doing some thinking. What is truly gained when one loses something."

Alfred liked teasing me with his philosophical ideologies. I was always impressed by his deductions. I feigned an uninterested shrug.

"Experience, Master Wayne."

I tried not to look impressed. Had Alfred truly dissected the philosophy my father went by? I always had this impression that Alfred was able to look through the opaque veil of feigned ignorance I drape over myself in such situations.

"Hmm." I shrugged.

Alfred accompanied me down the lift that led to the dock.

"Arkham Island again, Master Wayne?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Barbara found some irregularities. I'm going to check it out."

Alfred chuckled "Looks like you're the pet bat of the Gordon household."

I never looked at this the way Alfred described it. Do I give the impression that I'm a dog to the Commissioner and Oracle?

The lift rattled to a halt. I unchained the safety barrier and brisk walked my way to the WI-ApSc-P037 Submersible.

I booted the Submersible up. The cockpit slid open as I wedged myself into the claustrophobic helm.

"Good luck Master Wayne, and I hope there won't be an excess amount of experience lugged back here."

I chuckled. There goes my faked 'interest' in his previous statement.

The Submersible bubbled a vertical six meters down then sped off. Navigating my own hide-out is not an easy feat. Limestone pillars reach up for the cave's ceiling. You can't go too low lest you end up scratching the vehicle on the rough bed.

It is, at times, very arduous.