[Thoughtfully.] Something similar happened to me before this Gotham. I didn't remember most of my exploits and therefore had little reason to riddle anything. It was a nice life. People patted me on the head, they gave me projects to work on and treated me like a time bomb. I kind of miss it.
I'm not great at talking either. I mean I'm great at talking, but more often than not I'm a reappearing cat giving Alice ten different directions just to see which way she'll turn. So, clearly we'll get along just smashingly. [He thinks about it.] Can you see color alright?