A pregnant silence slid through the room. At the window, Bruce squared his shoulders, clenched his jaw. His nearly-whispered words made it to Dinah, but barely: "And do you have anyone you love?"
It was a question to which no answer was expected. He frowned at the glass throwing his face back at him, and turned away at last. He walked back into the center of the room, glanced over at Alfred, then held out his hand. The butler quietly retrieved their plans from under his boxed tea set and set them in Bruce's outstretched hand. Rifling through the sheaves, he pulled out the map, the surveillance notes, the set of photos, and stacked them on top.
It was a fairly low-risk op. He'd balanced it for himself, first, then balanced it for two. Even if Zoe failed - and Bruce did not believe she would - he could still pick up where things went wrong, and do it with ease. Adding another head to the operation wouldn't be difficult. It would give him a framework to judge how Dinah worked. It was worth pursing.
Finally, he walked the plans to Dinah and handed them to her. "This is not a Justice League operation," he said. "It isn't going through your CPD liaison. It isn't sanctioned by the Mayor. Zoe and I are going to bring in one person tied to two cold cases currently sitting on a CPD desk, and then we will deliver him to the CPD for processing. The man is going away for a long time and won't be participating in any further crimes. I'll leave it to CPD to extract the name of his employer."
The Batman could do that last part, as well -- but this was also a test for Detective Charlie Crews. A test, Bruce sincerely hoped, that the man passed.
Bruce clenched his jaw once more, then pushed on. "Come with us. Work with us."