"Oh, no problems here, boss," 24 choked out, waving his hands in refusal. "Just kind of, uh, breathtaken with your 'personal collection' of toys up there. Thanks for letting us borrow these," he said, dangling the bag.
What had upset him? An imaged flashed back into his mind. On a stained dinner plate sat a pair of pliers spattered with brown flecks. A fancy placecard standing by the plate read, "Teeth!" Other memories would no doubt leap into his mind throughout the rest of the day.
He hustled 21 out the door of the rec room. "All right. I guess we're going to Wayne Manor, now," said 21. "See you later."
"So, what did you get?" he inquired, once they were down the hall.
"The least-creepy things I could find in that room." 24 opened the bag for 21 to look inside. "Some handcuffs, a taser gun, and some kind of big firecracker. I figure we could use that for a distraction."
"Not bad."
"By the way, I'm revising my analysis of this guy," 24 informed his comrade. "He is, like, the *king* of crazy. It's gotta be like his superpower. SO EFFED UP."