"I'm sorry to have called you here in such heavy rain, Professor Schiller," Gordon said, standing before his desk. "And Miss Nimossini, technically this should be your bedtime. But considering you may become Batman's assistant later, it's necessary to get used to a schedule of staying up at night and not getting up in the morning."
Nimossini seemed not to hear him at all. She stood by the window, counting the raindrops on the glass. One finger twisted the hem of her pinafore skirt while her other hand tugged at her hair. The muscles around her mouth kept moving, but she was neither speaking nor chewing. She looked a little like she was ruminating.
Gordon did not care that Nimossini was ignoring him. He merely looked at Schiller and said, "We just caught someone in the evidence department. Unfortunately, he really is one of the precinct's detectives. But the problem is that he's Penguin's agent. With Batman absent, we can't move against him lightly, and even questioning him would be difficult, so we had no choice but to ask for your help."
"You caught the female killer as well?"
"Yes. But she's in very poor condition. When we caught her, she was already showing symptoms of Fentanyl poisoning. She's still being resuscitated at the hospital and can't be questioned for now."
"What about the copycat?"
"Not a single lead."
At the mention of "copycat," Nimossini finally turned around and stared silently at Gordon. "You're hiding something."
"All right, miss. Believe me, if it would help solve the case, I would never hide it from you."
"Would you tell Batman?"
Gordon froze for a moment. "You shouldn't compare yourself to Batman. Perhaps the two of you are alike in intelligence, but you obviously can't protect yourself the way he can."
"Fine.