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Savage went on with why he'd asked her to show up. "So, you're trying to get information from the Penguin. You probably on't want to get busted again." A sly smile crept up on his face. "How is your back. by the way?"

"My apologies," Vandal said, bowing slightly, ignoring the growl, "But I was sure that you wanted to actually get out of the room, and my frame made for the perfect screen. Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted some better tech for your purposes."

"Oh, good, you remembered," Vandal said, "I was worried you'd have forgotten in the beating. And I will need you more than ever, with Natalia out of here. All I ask, is that if I need something from his database, and I ask you, you deliver." He never lied to Cobblepot; all he had said to him was that he'd never go to the Calculator again.

"I've stolen some of Oracle's technology," the immortal said, clearly expecting her to have at least heard of the Oracle; most people thought she was some kind of hacker myth, though, like the Bat was to small-time crooks still.

"A tech organization of one," Savage said, deciding that this was not the best time to go into detail; another time. "Anyway, Oracle uses highly specialized technology, of his, or her, own design, just for computerized data collection. What makes it so effective, is that it doesn't require a physical connection, and you can remotely activate and target it onto the computer of your choice."

He stepped closer to where he has last seen the glassy figure (since she was no longer moving, her suit had caught up and perfected its invisibility), stopping just a few feet away. "Interested?"

Vandal smiled; it was a much friendlier, more appealing smile than before. "An advantage of being as connected as I am, is knowing who to turn to for what. The only thing that traces back to Oracle is her digital signature. If Cobblepot discovers it, he'll assume its placement there was her doing, leaving her blameless. Its output signal relay has been completely retooled, now working on a different frequency, and a different amplitude. Oracle would have to learn both of those in order to track it."

The faint glimmer of Emily crossing her arms told him exactly where she was, so he turned and leaned against the wall just next to her. He turned his head towards her, and his smile got a little more sinister; not as obviously so as when he had her cornered inside the Lounge, and obviously not truly directed at her, but more for the benefit of her understanding as she said, "And as for the security system, well, twenty-four people were rendered vegetables as a result of making sure its defenses were exhausted. I think it's safe to assume that Oracle graduated from the Batman School of Insane Security Defenses." He'd managed to scan the Justice League security systems used to protect the families of the do-gooders, in the aftermath of Sue Dinby's murder. He'd discovered three things: that the Batman designed them, that he had incorporated Kryptonian, Thanagarnian, Martian, and Apokoliptian technology, and that despite these incredibly powerful and potentially fatal technologies, the truly scary stuff was what Batman himself had built.

"That would be a most accurate assumption," Savage said, "You'd be no good to anybody in a coma. You'd be the prettiest vegetable in the country, but you'd do nobody any good." Vandal then looked around, trying to spot any cameras. Remembering who he was speaking to, he asked, "Is there any video surveillance out here?"

"Noted," the immortal said, nodding thoughtfully. After a short pause, he said, "So, where should I have the equipment delivered to? I'm sure to draw quite a bit of heat from Cobblepot if I try to ask him."