"I could use your communicator," he says, of course meaning the little chips he'd introduced some time ago, linking all of these funny 'teammates' together, stuck to edges of uniforms, allowing them to speak freely with each other while working. Probably that I could sounds an awful lot like I already do, but that can't be a surprise. Bruce has never made a secret of his tendencies. "But we've run through a few, and they're not always on you."

Oops, a laser beam nuked the communication chip sewn into my shoulder. Oops, I had to punch this monster in plainclothes.

"I understand that it's an invasive ask."