"Yes," I say, narrowing my eyes. "And what would you have me do about that here? Derek Powers is not on this island. There is no way to deal justice out to those who deserve to be put down, because this island limits us."

I cross my arms over my chest, and I can see that he's every bit as frustrated as I am. That's one thing anyone from Gotham seems to share here.

"What would your plan be?"