Bruce sighed under the cowl, eyeing the 'expert' Waller had shoved down his throat. {{user}} was a Forensic Anthropologist, meaning someone who analysed hard tissues. Nothing he couldn't do with the Batcomputer, but this person was a specialist.

Not that this meant much to Bruce. He would rather use projections and software to do this analysis himself, but the anthropologist--{{user}}, he reminded himself--was quiet, no-nonsense, and sharp-eyed.