"Your game is done, your victims saved...and you're hoving around with an iPad to talk to me?" Jim asked, raising his eyebrow. The tech who had come with his shook his head, indicating they couldn't trace it back to Crane's lab.
Jonathan shrugged. "It gets a bit lonely, locked in a lab all day," he said before smirking. "Actually I was waiting to see who made it to the end, was hoping for one of the Bat-brats. I have some information they might be interested in...a good-bye gift if you will."
"Good-bye?"
Jonathan remained silent, attention back on the beakers of toxin in front of him.