"I highly doubt you want everything, I've found most people when they say 'everything' mean 'pertinent information which I am not already aware of' and I simply don't have enough points of comparison to say what you don't know. I was there when Jim Gordon joined the GCPD. When he asked Oswald for favour after favour, for getting his job back, the replacing the police commissioner. When Oswald saved his life and I hid him from Galavan's men. I wasn't there when Gordon actually murdered Galavan in cold blood, but Oswald was. Oswald took the fall for it, because he's a hopeless sentimentalist for Jim Gordon, despite the man framing him, scorning him, using him..." Ed sighs dramatically and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Does that give you a good picture of Detective James Gordon?"

Ed's mercurial emotions are getting uncomfortable. He loves talking about how much he hates Jim Gordon, but it also tends to work him up, make him feel itchy in his skin. He looks off into the distance, at an intern busily cleaning some dubiously effective looking torture equipment.

"Bruce? He'd be, fourteen from memory. His parents were murdered two years ago, he was twelve then."