Bruce was dithering. He was a man of routine, and his routine was disrupted. Not in a bad way, just...
Dick was home, which Bruce liked. He was a solitary man, he knew that. Stubborn. Resolved. Dark. He was a man who could take a lot. But when Dick was there, everything seemed just a little lighter, a little easier. There was was just something about the boy's presence that made the house a home.
But that was the trouble, wasn't it? He wasn't a boy anymore. He was a grown man with his own mission. Not to mention raising Damian---something Bruce still didn't feel quite right about. Dick had made it clear he wanted space, didn't want Bruce to come to Bludhaven, so Bruce respected that and didn't visit anymore.
But with Dick visiting Gotham, everything was strange and halfway. For example, Bruce's morning routine. He swam, as usual. He exercised, as usual. But now it was time for sparring drills, which when Dick was living there, they'd always done together. Should they spar together now? Bruce admitted to himself he'd like that, but wasn't sure Dick would. It might be one of those things where Dick would think he was being treated like a child again. Which was why Bruce was dithering.
Maybe he was making too much of this. He could just ask. Dick would just say no if he didn't want to. Yes. That's what he would do.
Bruce was crossing the Batcave to find Dick when the computer beeped in the particular cadence that meant the message had triggered certain keywords. In this case, "Joker."
Training forgotten, Bruce immediately sat down and reviewed the footage. Riddler was at it again. Broadcasting from a recording studio, a fairly nice one looking at the acoustic material on the walls. A quick search of police records showed one had been recently broken into, a studio that specialized in recording audio books. Batman would go check it out later, in case there was evidence left behind.
As for the rest of the clue... hmm. The first part had a sort of rhyming quality to it. Objection was a courtroom term. Calling, what sorts of things were called? Telephones. A call to arms. A meeting was called to order. A bet in poker. Bruce stared at the screen and pondered.