Marcus can continue to hold the phone. Batman's fingertips tap to the back of it though, eliciting a window to appear on the screen: Connected. Tracking device, access to cellphone networks across the city to ensure that Marcus isn't calling a dummy number to impress.

"Even less reason for you to be in that house." But he's familiar with the talk that Marcus fires off, something big, something fucking horrible. Waiting for the ringtone, he pushes: "Who sent you? Corrigan? Constantine?"