"Already told you. I'm here as a concerned Gotham citizen, who wonders how and why you're under the employment of Bruce Wayne."

And not behind bars, where Crane should be.

Still, there's not much more to be accomplished here -- not like Damian wants, with a fist to Scarecrow's face and a demand for explanation of his own. No sense in potentially riling up building security and risking his father catching wind of it. He pushes himself out of the chair, taking a pointed minute to straighten out his coat, a narrow-eyed, defiant stare still directed up at Crane as he adjusts his cuffs.

"However, I suppose I'll leave you to your work."