The night was making to be a busy one. Tame by Gotham standards but still quite an interesting night. And all of the events being transpired were being recorded. All street corners and dockyards were being filmed by unseen eyes- bionic eyes, all connected to one source. All irrelevant information deleted, all relevant information kept in storage. And at the center of it all, hidden from the brunt of the action, was O'Cule. He saw nothing but watched everything. He never kept any eyes near him, even though that made traversing his center of command rather difficult. But it's much less difficult than watching yourself walk around in a clammy metal control room. It was quiet, and he heard no footsteps behind him. One of the camera eyes picked up something. Three things, actually. The normal fare. A lot of meta-humans and magic users nowadays, he thinks to himself, as he disdainfully looks at a scuffle between a Rogue and a Meta. Another eye runs a quick backtrace and he finds their aliases- self-given titles he always preferred, but police codenames also give a good impression of what these heroes and heathens are like. Hm. Soufflé and ORiona. Strange names, he thinks to himself. Can't really tell any possible meaning behind those names. Shame. The eye sends a message asking if he wants to initiate the Divine Judgment Protocol. He declines the offer. Not yet, not yet. He sits back and let's the images flood his enhanced brain. Hands steepled together on his desk, he watches. And waits.