Re: Eddie/Muerte
[He switches to transcribed. Easier on his arm.] Oooh. I like being able to tell you things that you don't know. It's not a pleasant story, though. Once I got back to Gotham I thought I had my brain back in order, but I started obsessing over those clues I was looking for. The scavenger hunt. I started to map out patterns between the items with red yarn, convinced that there was an actual game afoot. I saw so many numbers and patterns and trivia I really thought I was onto something. So, imagine Stephanie's surprise when she walked in and found the living room covered in a web of red yarn and trash clues.
You're old. Old things change. I've changed a least a dozen times. A millennium from now you'll probably look like some pod alien who really digs retro chiptunes.