Batman didn't interfere much with Professor Mobius joining Oscorp; he had come to find Harry Osborn for something else entirely.
After Professor Warren and Professor Mobius left side by side, heading to the research floors between ten and twenty to begin their work, Batman spoke up:
"Harry, I need you to help me find someone."
"Find someone?" Harry Osborn looked surprised. "Who?"
"I don't know his name, and I don't have a photo. All I know is that he has a prominent hooked nose and is likely an expert in one of these fields: mechanics, electronics, engineering, aerodynamics, or something similar," Batman said.
Back in the Batcave, Batman had tried to enhance the footage to get a clear look at the face of the green-clad flyer who had broken into Ryker's Island prison alongside Schulman.
But the images weren't taken by professional news cameras; they were just shaky cell phone videos shot by passersby on Ryker's Island.
The resolution was too low. Even after Batman ran enhancement algorithms, he couldn't make out the man's features.
Still, anyone capable of building a flight suit with Schulman had to be someone like Gotham's own criminal "Kite-Man."
"Peter, there are billions of people in the world. Your target is way too vague…"
Harry Osborn thought for a moment, choosing his words carefully:
"I'll do my best to help you look and gather information. Can you tell me why you're trying to find him?"
Batman flashed a Peter Parker–style smile:
"Someone recommended him to me. Parker Industries needs talent in that field, but I forgot his name—and who recommended him."
Harry Osborn blinked, then couldn't help but laugh:
"Peter, looks like you and I are in the same boat. Running a company means we forget things all the time."
Batman nodded, accepting the excuse Harry had just handed him.
"Want me to take you on a tour of Oscorp's electronic engineering department? Maybe the guy you're looking for is there." Harry suggested. "Or if there's any other engineer you need, just say the word."
Batman didn't refuse. He played the part of a man genuinely hunting for talent:
"Harry, I'd appreciate it if you'd show me around."
"No trouble at all. Compared to what you did to help me take back Oscorp, this is nothing." Harry stood up immediately, pulling Batman toward the elevator.
The electronic engineering department was essential to any major corporation, and Oscorp was no exception.
What set Oscorp apart was that, beyond their regular duties, the electronic engineering team also rotated on standby shifts on the sixteenth floor of the building.
"This is where Oscorp researches bioelectric generation. The entire floor is dedicated to it."
In the sixteenth-floor hallway, Harry Osborn pointed to a series of transparent glass tanks.
The space was filled with massive, intricate machines and countless glass tanks, each containing dozens—sometimes hundreds—of electric eels swimming in glowing patterns.
Flickering blue-white arcs of electricity danced through the water, turning the floor into something out of a science fiction film.
Workers in gray-and-blue coveralls collaborated with scientists in white lab coats. Batman and Harry didn't disturb them; they simply walked through while Harry narrated.
"I tried to visit my father at the Ravencroft Institute yesterday, but the guards at the gate said no visitors allowed. They didn't even ask who my father was."
Harry walked beside Batman among the glass tanks, complaining after a while.
Batman showed no surprise. When he had gone, the sentries had chased him off too—until he'd greased the wheels with crisp green bills.
"Maybe in a little while he'll be released. Norman Osborn would be proud to see how well you're running Oscorp," Batman offered in comfort.
Harry nodded and let the subject drop. At the end of the hallway, he stopped:
"Peter, have you spotted the engineer you're looking for?"
"No." Batman shook his head.
"If you just need a senior electronic engineer, Oscorp has someone who'd be perfect for you," Harry said with a touch of regret. "His name is Max Dillon. When the Oscorp building was rebuilt, he personally designed nearly the entire electrical system."
"Max Dillon?"
Batman paused, thinking the name over. Seeing no immediate objection, Harry called out down the corridor:
"Max Dillon! Have him come see me!"
The electronic engineers in gray-and-blue coveralls turned at Harry Osborn's voice. One worker hurried off and soon returned, leading a Black man back with him.
"Mr. Osborn."
Max Dillon wore the yellow coveralls that marked a senior electronic engineer. Tucked under his arm were seven or eight rolled-up blueprints; he had clearly been in the middle of something when summoned.
"This is my good friend, Peter Parker." Harry gestured toward Batman.
Inside his own company, Harry was eager for everyone to know Peter Parker. He wanted to shout to the world that he had the best friend on the planet.
Max Dillon quickly extended a hand, his manner humble yet eager to please:
"Mr. Parker."
Batman kept the Peter Parker smile in place. He stayed faithfully in character—and since Max Dillon wasn't a criminal, there was no need to be cold or dismissive:
"Max Dillon. I've heard your name."
A flicker of surprise crossed Max Dillon's face. He pointed to himself:
"Me?"
Harry looked at Batman in equal surprise.
Batman nodded. When he'd heard the name, it had rung a bell, and now the memory clicked into place.
"That's right. You designed the electrical systems when the Oscorp building was first constructed. I've heard about you."
When Batman had prepared to face Professor Lizard and the Hulk, he had studied the Oscorp tower inside and out—including the electrical layout. Max Dillon's name had appeared in the files he'd pulled.
"Sorry, Harry. Max Dillon is a genius in electronic engineering, but he's not the man I'm looking for," Batman told Harry.
Before Harry could respond, Max Dillon spoke up:
"Sorry, Mr. Parker. From what you said, you're looking for an expert in electronic engineering?"
"Not necessarily electronic engineering," Batman clarified.
Harry repeated Batman's earlier cover story to Max Dillon.
Max nodded, a touch of regret in his voice:
"I don't know anyone who's published in all the fields you mentioned. But I do know a hooked-nose electronic engineering expert—though he's probably not the guy you want."
Batman turned to Max Dillon. He had already braced for a dead end, but this was an unexpected lead:
"Who?"
"Adrian Toomes. He's a top-tier expert in electronic engineering—practically legendary. And his most distinctive feature is a very prominent hooked nose," Max Dillon said.