The old guy dressed up like Batman explains, "We might not be the rightful owners, but we own it for the moment and the moment seems right. No…ripe, ripe for owning the Heart. Am I right?"

"Yes, and Possession is nine-tenths of the law," explains the Batgirl.

"What does that even mean?" you honestly inquire.

"It means that since I got it, I own it," she answers.

"But you stole it," you say.

"Yeah, I guess that old saying doesn’t make a lot of sense. But a lot of old sayings don’t make sense, how about ‘dead as a doornail’ or ‘the proof is in the pudding’?"

"Can we get back to solving the case?" you ask desperately, "Whodunit?"