Batman passively listened to what the Enigma had to say, and nodded satisfactorily.  He was intimately familiar with the Qwardian dimension, but did not feel the need to share such knowledge.  He merely sat down, crossed his legs, and removed a small canister of medication from his utility belt.  He spilled 8 oxycotin 80mgs into his glove, and popped them into his mouth, replacing the small canister unto his belt.  Chewing a half-mouthful of pills, Batman inquired:<br/><br/>"What are your initial thoughts on the energy anomalies?" Batman asked curiously.   "Do you t--"  The alert went off.<br/><br/>Batman stood up, stretching.<br/><br/>"There is really no rest for the weak and weary," he muttered, pulling his cowl over his face to once again don the mantle of the bat.