"This is the footage from the Museum. Of the two people suspected of being Batman, we already know who one of them was, of course. It was... Barbara."
Nygma couldn't help chuckling as he tapped the frozen image on the television. "As for the other one, his outfit looked less like a bat and more like..."
"A brush-footed butterfly?"
Everyone attending the meeting in the Forensics Division turned to look at Mabaka Owen, who sat at the far end of the table.
"What? A what?"
Wilson asked in bewilderment, "Did he just use a word I don't understand?"
"Brush-footed butterflies belong to the largest family in the order Lepidoptera, encompassing approximately six thousand species. They come in diverse forms and vivid colors, are widely distributed, and serve as important pollinators in their ecosystems."
After that brief explanation, Nygma turned to Owen. "You spotted that?"
"Y-yes, sir..."
Owen shakily rose to his feet and stammered, "I used to... used to draw them, so I thought... thought it looked a bit like one."
"Oh? Did you?"
Nygma walked over and picked up several sheets of scratch paper from his desk, covered in sketches of figures in various poses.
"Sir, I... I was just doodling."
Owen went a little pale with fright. "I wasn't zoning out, honest!"
"It's all right. These are very good. You're talented, Owen."
Nygma gently patted him and passed the drawings around for everyone to see. At the same time, he paused the surveillance footage on the towering figure's most distinctive pose and enlarged the emblem on his chest.
It wasn't a bat at all, but a stylized insect silhouette with sharp lines and an eerie beauty.
"First, a slight correction. Officer Owen's observation was very astute, but a more precise taxonomic identification would lean toward 'moth' rather than