At the offices of the Cleanup Crew, Irwin Schwab looked around. After dropping the wires off at the dead drop Batman had requested, he'd headed back to the office to finish up the paperwork, writing down Batman's opinion on the need for an investigation into Arkham. Over that time, the feeling of being watched had vanished, and yet now it was back. As if dozens of eyes were on him, watching his every move, prying into his every thought. This always sucked. He finished the forms, checking them a few more times, before putting them in his Outbox. Until the paperwork about cleanup in Metropolis got here, they were going to have a slow day. Then again, this feeling of eyes on him often meant that action was about to break out.