He'd chosen his moment. Batman was willing to let him lie, at this point. Progress isn't always the work of a day, and he stood, left him, and went to get Robin to fill in what he could.

Robin's buttons, unfortunately, were just easier to press. Bruce knew where most of them were.

Even so, it was slow going. Dick clearly wasn't comfortable rifling through someone else's memories ("How does M'gann do it?"), although Bruce suspected that was mostly to invoke karma.

"Why don't you check on him," Batman suggested, to give him a break. "It's been a while."

"All right," Robin, seeing his out and taking it.

The prisoner was slumped against the wall, about as Batman described. But that'd been a while, and no assassin should sleep that deeply, especially not one that's been captured.

He knelt, felt his wrist for a pulse, and it was faint, but present.