"Hm? Oh. Yes." Not here is equally applicable to Oswald and Riddler. He tries to keep a lid on his crazy in public. "Back at the house. There's no bugs there, believe me, I've checked. A lot. I was a little unwell for a while and privacy felt more important than ever-"

"Shut up, Ed."

Ed clamps his mouth shut and hums, rocking on his feet and then looking at them. "It got bad when we came here. Between us. For a while."