Every goddamned time he came to Crane, there was more bad news about the people around him. Those fucking Nigmas. Jack should have ended them when they first showed up here. They were proving to be nothing but a problem.
Jack didn't know how the little tart had managed to heal herself so fast, but so long as Edward had gotten a good look at her, he supposed that the job was done.
"You'd think that a man who claims to be so smart would know better than to cross me. It's like he doesn't hold a value on his own flesh."
There would have to be something done for that, he thought. Perhaps putting the elder Nigma to the table and showing him just what kinds of fun Jack liked to have would teach him. Even if it didn't, it was bound to be entertaining.
"The time wasn't right. I'm sure he can understand that. The rumors of two Bats running around had to be looked into. It seems to be unfounded. Or we lost a Bat. Either way, there's only one. Finding out which one will be like Christmas!"
Jack would have loved to come face to face with Bruce Wayne again. He had hoped very much that the sightings of a second Bat would end up being him. There was still that hope, even with only one Caped Crusader running around.