Mrs. Van Skyler was making a pest out of herself, once again. She definitely deserved investigation. He sent his devoted butler home to speed up the... process of checking the fingerprints. Bruce was more observant than Selina, even for the ex-Batman's vaunted detective skills. He noticed that Alfred was wearing down, and the ex-Bruce hadn't - or hadn't wanted to notice it.Bruce had a hunch where Catwoman might have her new lair, and started doing a computer search. There were ten possible. "She was a mess," she continued. "I mean, she was tall but she was chubby. She was content just to lie around all day and do nothing. I told her if she took care of herself, it might not be a bad thing for her to go naked or to wear tight clothes. But since she looked like a trailer park whore, she should cover up as much as she could. She got shitty, so I peeled down to my bra and underwear to show her how a real woman attracts a guy – a good guy like her brother, not the toothless losers she. For now, you'll have to make do with what we've got in stock."Frustration tasted bitter, Jack wanted what he had ordered and not some substitute."Next," said the clerk.Forced past the desk by those in line behind him, Jack stumbled toward the exit. Then he turned and pushed his way back toward the petty bureaucrat, squeezing himself in at the head of the line again. He didn't make anyone happy doing this, but at the moment, he didn't care."How long?" he asked the clerk."How long what?" The. ”“It’ll have to do.” John said. “Let’s move.”Staying low, they crept up to the backside of the rise where the Regimental archers were firing. Over the course of the morning, the howling gale had subsided into no more than a strong breeze. The three archers were taking turns, keeping a steady stream of arrows instead of a rapid-fire flurry. They were having to aim into the wind, and giving each other sarcastic advice whenever an arrow was blown off course. In front of the men, the ground dropped.