Edward (people called him Eddie, but he preferred Edward--more dignity to it) Nigma sat before one of the little internet cafes that had sprung up throughout Gotham, at one of the cluster of tables that had been placed out on the sidewalk. The afternoon air was at just the perfect point between warm and cool, dry and humid, and one of the trees that grew in planters in the sidewalk along that street kept him pleasantly shaded. Traffic was light at that time of day, little more than a low hum, like an enormous metropolitan white-noise machine. On the table in front of him sat a sleek powerbook, on whose screen a cube rotated, twisted, and folded as it moved through something he was working on as an upcoming project--a sort of study in alternative geometry that would make the Rubik's cube look like an alphabet block in terms of sheer mental challenge. Although at the moment, it looked like a really neat screen-saver.
Rosie and Harleen appear in Jonathan's office. Rosie leans against the desk, more pale now than she had been. "Nothing's gone terribly wrong, I don't think. The students have been having fun trying things out with the patients, and fortunately Mister Dent and Miss Kyle have been very patient about it."