"Bolton, Bolton, Bol-- oh. Yes. Waller's man. Yeah, he is quite the obstacle. Designed to be one, I believe. Blame our dear friend Joker for that one. Waller believes we Gothamites can't handle containing our own, she insisted on an import. If I'm remembering right, I'm not often big on discussing with the -- governmental operations like that." Oswald wasn't interested in anything going on in A.R.G.U.S. and usually sought to avoid Waller whenever he saw her at parties. She always just wanted to yell at him and honestly, he didn't care what she thought.

It wasn't surprising after the Joker's last rampage that they upped security, that wasn't news at all. The strange thing was that Edward felt the need to call him and recount the situation. Odd. What was his game?

"Edward, I love hearing from you, I really do but we rogues don't do social calls very often, especially not when incarcerated. So what do you want from me?" He always liked to be as direct as he could be, avoided any messy confusion. "Be open, we're old friends - give it to me straight."

Oswald paused and then made an amused noise. "In a manner of speaking." Nothing he did was straight.