Batcave; September 28th, 17:15 EST
Cassie gently stroked Tim’s hair from his forehead, silently begging him to open his eyes or just give her a sign that he was going to be all right. Purple bruises stood out in stark contrast against his pale skin, causing her stomach to churn. Dark circles cast shadows beneath his eyes. She wanted to kiss away the contusions that marred his face, erase the cuts that had to be stitched back together again on his body.
She couldn’t believe that this had happened but even more so that the Joker had given him back to them so easily. It made her queasy with worry about what the Joker had done to him before returning him to them—the torture, the beatings, the attempts to break his mind.
How successful had Joker been in his attempt to break him?
She shuddered to think about it, her fear skyrocketing all over again. Would Tim ever be the same? She knew that she loved him and would do anything for him, but would he even remember her or had Joker taken that part of him away? The thought was more than she deal with at that moment.
Tears blurred her vision for what felt like the hundredth time since sitting down at his bedside to wait for him to open his eyes. She swallowed back the painful knot that had lodged in her throat once more. She was not about to let her emotions run rampant like this when Tim needed her the most.
“Please…open your eyes, Tim,” Cassie pleaded with him as she ran her fingers through his hair. “You still owe me that date you know. We were supposed to go to the movies and dinner before you were captured.”
She paused, hoping that she’d get some sort of response from him even if it was nothing more than a squeeze of her hand or a hitch in his breathing. Unfortunately, there was nothing save for the beeping of the monitors and the dripping of the IV. Refusing to give up, she continued on, determined to get through to him.
“I was even going to let you pick the movie this time,” she told him, the corner of her lips quirking as memories of the last movie they went to popped up in her mind. “You actually deserve it after sitting through the last movie I made you watch. I know you didn’t enjoy it at all, but you suffered through it just for me.
“You definitely get bonus boyfriend points for that one. I guess it was kind of a cheesy movie, but it was still a good rom-com flick. You have to admit that scene where they met on the beach was pretty amazing…the way he kissed her and told her he’d never leave her again.”
Cassie sat up, her hand retracting as if she’d just been burned. “Tim?” she gasped his name.
“Present…and accounted for,” he quipped with a grimace as he attempted to open his eyes.
“You scared us all half to death,” she sternly reprimanded him as if he’d had any control over the situation.
“Sorry,” he muttered, staring at her with half-lidded eyes. His left eye was almost completely swollen shut, making it difficult to open it. “Did I miss anything? Where’s Joker?”
“Don’t worry about the Joker right now,” she insisted. “You just need to focus on getting better.”
“No, we need to stop him…before he gets his hands on my mom,” he insisted, trying to sit up only to find it was the worst possible idea he could have thought of at that moment.
Tim collapsed back against his pillows with a panting gasp of pain. “Don’t move!” Cassie firmly stated. “You have multiple contusions and lacerations, broken ribs, and a hairline skull fracture. You’re not going anywhere, young man.”
“Okay…I surrender,” he murmured.
“Tim, are you all right?” Diana asked as she flew to the other side of his bed, Bruce not far behind her.
“Yah…I’m okay,” Tim tried to reassure them, but he knew it fell flat. His voice was hoarse and rasping and choked with pain.
“He thought that he could try to get out of bed,” Cassie tattled on him.
“Thanks a lot, Cass,” Tim said, his glare completely failing with one eye nearly swollen shut.
“I’m so sorry, Tim,” Diana apologized, gently taking his hand in hers. “We searched everywhere for you and we couldn’t find you.”
“It’s okay, mom,” he told her.
“You’re safe now, Tim,” Bruce assured him. “I won’t stop until I’ve found the Joker and made him pay for what he did to you.”
“Do you have your memories back yet?” Tim asked Bruce.
“No, unfortunately they haven’t resurfaced yet, but I’m going to meet with J’onn now that I know you’re going to be all right.”
“Don’t wait because of me,” Tim said with a frown. “It’s more important that you get your memories back.”
Bruce shook his head, a disagreeable frown veiling his face. “Never, Tim,” he firmly stated. “You’re my son and nothing is more important than family.”
Tim could only nod in response, touched by Bruce’s words. “We have to keep Joker…away from mom,” he finally said. “I need to help you find him.”
“You are not going anywhere,” Cassie stated. “I thought I made that very clear.”
“You aren’t leaving this bed until you’re well again,” Diana agreed. “You have a little brother and sister upstairs who are very anxious to have their big brother Tim back.”
The thought of Nicholas and Kaia put a genuine smile on his face. “I miss them too.”
“Then, you better rest,” Diana replied.
“I’ll make sure he does,” Cassie promised.
“Tim, is there anything you can tell us about where the Joker was holding you?” Bruce asked, hating to push him so soon after waking, but they needed to find the Joker soon.
Tim’s eyes fell closed as he tried to remember something that would help them find the clown again. He attempted to swallow, his throat dry and rough like sandpaper. “It was dark…and I was blindfolded a good part of the time,” he revealed. “There was this strange…smell, though.”
“What kind of smell?” Bruce asked, sitting down on the edge of Tim’s bed.
“Not sure…oil…maybe grease.”
“I’ll have to talk to Dick, Jason, and Barbara,” Bruce said more to himself than the others. “Hopefully, we can narrow down the search some.”
“Do you think he’ll stay there since he let Tim go?” Diana asked. “It seems like a smarter move to change locations rather than to risk Tim leading us back to Joker.”
“It still wouldn’t hurt to check it out,” Bruce insisted. “It might give us some clues about where he went or what he’s planning next.”
“Tim, you didn’t hear anything about who Joker is targeting next besides me, did you?” Diana asked.
Tim slowly shook his head as he closed his eyes again, finding it difficult to keep them open. “Just you…he wants Batwoman.”
Bruce looked to Diana as an icy chill shivered up his spine. He didn’t like his family, or his wife being targeted like this. He stood to his feet as anger heated his blood. He was going to find Joker and he was going to stop him before he could hurt any more of his family.
“Just rest, Tim,” Bruce gently told him. “Leave Joker to us.”
Wayne Manor; September 28th, 18:26 EST
“Tut-tut,” Alfred clicked his tongue at Ace who was currently running circles around the table in an effort to catch Peanut. “Out of my kitchen…both of you.”
Ace barked in response before bounding out of the kitchen, leaving Peanut behind to hide behind Alfred’s legs. The British butler leaned down to scoop up Kaia’s kitten. “I wonder what trouble Miss Kaia and Master Nicholas are getting themselves into,” he told the kitten. “It’s been entirely too quiet for far too long which typically spells trouble when it comes to the Wayne children.”
With Peanut in hand, Alfred went in search of the brother-sister duo who were more like partners in crime…and he couldn’t help wondering what crime the pair was in the process of committing. Miss Donna and Master Richard were supposed to be keeping an eye on them, but he had a feeling that they may have gotten distracted.
The couple had been able to spend precious little time together as of late. Entering the entertainment room, he found his supposition proven correct. Dick and Donna were lounging on the couch, Donna resting her head on her husband’s shoulder. Both had dozed off in each other’s arms, oblivious to the fact that the little ones were no longer in the room with them.
Setting Peanut down, Alfred decided a thorough sweep of the manor was in order before dinner was served. Catching the sound of a muffled giggle, he headed down the hallway towards the main staircase, preparing himself for anything. With those two, he never knew what he could be walking into.
He caught sight of a small pair of socked feet peeking out from beside the wooden banister. His eyes narrowed as he immediately identified them as belonging to Nicholas. What made the fine hairs on the back of his neck prickle was the unanswered question of where his little sister was currently located.
“Master Nicholas,” Alfred called to him.
The little socked feet quickly disappeared from view, hiding behind the thick, ornate banister. Nicholas peeked around the corner, a mischievous smirk lighting up his face that made Alfred’s blood run cold with trepidation. “Hi, Pappoús.”
“What are you and Miss Kaia up to?” he knowingly asked, keeping his amusement from reaching his face. The pair had had Alfred wrapped around their finger from the moment he’d first held them in his arms soon after being born.
“Playing,” he innocently said.
“Wedy?” Kaia called from someplace further up the winding staircase.
“Go Kaia!” Nicholas yelled back.
Alfred looked up in time to see that Kaia had climbed up onto the banister, prepared to slide down it, no doubt just like she’d seen her brothers do from time to time. “Miss Kaia!” he sternly admonished her. “Do not move! I’m coming up to get you.”
Alfred raced up the steps, snatching Kaia from the banister before she had time to argue about it. “Pappoús,” she whined as Alfred carried back down the stairs. “Me want to slide too.”
“You are not to be sliding down the banister,” Alfred stated, annoyed that the older boys hadn’t been more careful about the younger eyes that seemed to watch their every movement.
“Ni-Ni did,” she pouted, her bottom lip protruding.
“Master Nicholas, you know that you are not to be sliding down the banister,” he scolded him. “It’s far too dangerous.”
“But Tim and Dick and Jason do it all the time,” Nick valiantly argued with a frown.
“You two are far too young,” Alfred told him. “You could get seriously hurt if you fell.”
“Me not fall,” Kaia insisted.
“What’s going on?” Diana asked as she approached them, sensing there had been potential trouble.
“Me want to slide down the stairs,” Kaia revealed.
“It appears that Master Nicholas and Miss Kaia decided they wanted to imitate their brothers’ penchant for sliding down the banister,” Alfred revealed.
Diana frowned as she took Kaia into her arms. “You two know you’re supposed to stay in the entertainment room,” she reminded them. “Where are Dick and Donna? They were going to watch you.”
“They’re sleeping,” Nicholas softly told her, putting his forefinger to his lips. “We didn’t want to wake them.”
“Mama, me ungry,” Kaia said.
“We’ll be eating soon,” she replied, kissing her temple as they headed towards the entertainment room.
“When is Tim coming home?” Nick asked, running to catch up. He wrapped his arm around his mother’s leg, leaning his head against her knee. “We miss him.”
“He’ll be back with us before you know it,” she told him, running her fingers through his hair.
“Can I be Red Robin?” Nick excitedly asked. “Just till Tim comes home?”
“I’m afraid you’re too little,” Bruce broke the news to him as he approached.
Nicholas ran to his father who readily scooped him up before tossing him high up into the air. He caught him in his sure hands to the resounding giggles of his son. “Daddy, I’m not too little,” he insisted. “I can help you.”
“Me too,” Kaia volunteered as she patted her chest. “Me help. Me want to fly like mommy.”
“I appreciate your help, but I think we’ve got it covered till Tim’s able to return,” Bruce said. “Do I want to know what you two were up to before I came up here?”
“It seems they take after their father,” Alfred said with a smirk as he passed by them. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Bruce asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“My guess is that Alfred caught you sliding down the banister when you were a child,” Diana informed him.
“You two didn’t try to slide down the banister, did you?” Bruce demanded to know.
“I did, but Alfred made Kaia get down,” Nicholas revealed.
Bruce’s eyes fell closed with a grimace, a faint memory of sliding down the wooden handrail only to be caught by Alfred surfaced in his mind. He vaguely remembered being forced to wax the entire banister in punishment for the offense. It had taken him hours to accomplish the task, one that he had not relished nor wished to ever repeat.
“No one is to be sliding down the banister,” he firmly stated. “You two are far too little to be doing something dangerous like that.”
“Me want to be like you and mommy,” Kaia said.
“Maybe when you’re older, but definitely not now,” Diana told her.
“There you are!” Dick exclaimed as he ran towards them, panic written all over his face. “Donna and I dozed off. When we woke up, the kiddos were gone.”
“They thought it would be fun to slide down the banister like Uncle Dick does,” Diana informed him with a disapproving frown.
“No way!” Dick cried in shock, looking from his sister to his brother. “Donna and I only dozed off for a few minutes…I swear.”
“How do you plan being able to take care of your twins someday?” Bruce asked with a smirk.
“Funny,” Dick stated with a scowl.
“Hey, is dinner ready yet?” Donna asked, rubbing her belly. “Mama’s gotta eat. Her babies are hungry.”
“Alfred is putting dinner on the table right now,” Diana told her.
“Thank Hera for that,” Donna murmured.
Glancing at Bruce, she noticed the pained expression that passed over his face. It caused her worry to spike. She put Kaia down, gently patting her on her bottom. “Take Nicholas with you to get washed up for dinner,” she told her.
“Come on, kiddos,” Donna said, leading the way. “The sooner we wash up the sooner we get to eat.”
Dick shook his head with a laugh. “You know this is only going to get worse the further into this pregnancy she gets.”
“Well, she is eating for three,” Diana reminded him.
“I know and I can hardly wait till they get here,” he excitedly replied before following his wife.
Diana turned her attention to her husband, allowing her concern to permeate her eyes. “Are you okay?” she asked, closing the distance between them.
“Yah, I’m fine,” he attempted to reassure her.
Her hand came to rest against his cheek as she studied his face, her lips pursing in disbelief. “You don’t look like it.”
“It’s just a headache,” he replied. “Nothing serious.”
She stared at him a moment longer before responding. “If you’re sure,” she murmured as her hand began to fall away.
Bruce captured her hand, not about to let it go just yet. “I’m sure,” he promised. “You worry too much.”
“I think I have a very good reason after everything that has happened to this family lately,” she said with a frown.
“It’s been stressful, but hopefully things will get better now that Tim’s home,” he told her.
“I just hope Tim is really all right,” she admitted with a sigh. “I’m worried about the psychological damage that Joker may have done.”
“We’ll help him through it,” he reassured her, bringing their joined hands to his chest. “And let me worry about Jason. It’s something that he and I need to work out. I just need to get my memories back if I’m going to be able to do that.”
“We’ll go to the Watchtower tomorrow to see J’onn,” she agreed with a nod, anxious for him to remember his life.
“I need to get reacclimated with the Watchtower and the League,” he replied with a shake of his head. “I’m sure there are plenty of responsibilities awaiting me up there. We need to get back to our lives after being gone for so long.”
“Everyone has been covering our duties for us,” she informed him. “It’ll all be there for you when you’re ready to be back. I don’t want you pushing yourself too hard. You’ve been to the Underworld and back, lost all of your memories, and now we’re trying to stop the Joker. Let’s just focus on regaining your memories for now.”
“Well, I know I’m already very anxious to remember more about you,” he flirted with a teasing grin.
Diana returned his smile, leaning in to brush her lips against his. “There will be plenty of time for that too.”
“Not nearly enough,” he huskily replied, pulling her back in for another kiss…this one much more passionate than the chaste kiss he’d just received. He trapped her against his body despite knowing she could break free if she really wanted to, his mouth and tongue doing amazing things to her.
A discreet cough forced them apart, both turning to find Alfred standing there. “As much it cheers an old man’s heart to see you two together and in love again, I would greatly appreciate it if you two could manage to control yourselves until after dinner is over.”
“Sorry, Alfred,” Diana murmured, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she ran her fingers through her hair in an effort to regain some semblance of control once more. “We’re coming right now.”
A slight smirk caused Alfred’s lips to twitch minutely as he turned to leave. Bruce leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I guess I get to kiss you even more after dinner, princess.”
Diana watched as Bruce walked down the hall towards the dining room, a warm sense of longing rising within her. Hera, she had missed her husband so much. She could hardly wait until she made him hers all over again.
Gotham; September 29th, 01:36 EST
Artemis revved her Ducati as she raced past Red Hood, anxious to get there and hopefully find some sort of a clue. There had been far too many dead ends and no progress short of getting Tim back home. There were too many questions that they needed answers for and a psychotic clown to capture.
She knew that Jason was taking all of this very hard, but she could hardly blame him after learning all that he had gone through at the hands of the sadistic Joker. It made her want to get her hands on him herself, eager to teach him a lesson that he wouldn’t soon forget.
She hoped that now that Tim was safely home with his family that Jason would be a little more willing to face his issues. He needed to mend this rift with Bruce or risk losing his family. She didn’t want to see that happen for his sake or his family’s. She knew that Nicholas and Kaia would suffer the most if that happened.
The white van that was identical to the ones used by Joker came into view as she made a sharp right. The fine hairs on the back of her neck instantly began to prickle with apprehension. She didn’t like this one bit, but they couldn’t pass up an opportunity to locate the Joker before he struck again.
Parking her bike, Artemis got off it as Jason stopped beside her. He got off just as quickly, immediately moving to stand in her path. “What are you doing?” she asked with a frown.
“We need to be careful,” he warned her. “It could be rigged.”
“I don’t plan on getting blown up again if that’s what you mean,” she replied. “Once was more than enough thank you very much.”
“Let’s just be careful about this,” he cautioned her. “We don’t want to miss any clues that were left behind, but we also don’t want to die while searching it.”
Artemis studied the white van sitting all alone on a side street, a single streetlight several feet away the only source of light in the dimly lit alley. She didn’t know Gotham well yet, but she knew enough. This wasn’t a part of town that anyone wanted to be out in after dark. Of course, that described most of Gotham.
“If this is one of the van’s that Joker used last night, then why would he just leave it out here for us to find?” she asked. “It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Nothing about the Joker makes any sense,” Red Hood ground out as he cautiously made his way towards it. “He’s probably just taunting us.”
“Instead of just blowing us up again?” she sarcastically remarked as she followed him.
“Joker’s mind works in strange and extreme ways,” he thoughtfully muttered.
His eyebrows knitted together beneath his red mask as he drew closer, checking every inch of the van to make sure there weren’t any bombs this time. Unfortunately, just because there wasn’t a bomb didn’t mean that Joker didn’t rig it with some other type of trap that could prove just as dangerous if not more so.
“Just let me go first,” he told her as he reached for the handle on the back door of the van.
“I should go first,” Artemis stated. “I’m far more durable than you are.”
Jason turned around to look at her, a glare being leveled at her even though hidden by his red mask. “Are you saying I’m weak?” he demanded to know.
“No, I’m stating a fact,” she replied. “I’m far more durable and can handle an explosion better than you can.”
“Fine,” he snapped, taking a step back as he folded his arms against his chest. “Go for it.”
“Thank you, I will,” she said, chin lifted in defiance as she approached the van.
She took hold of the handle, finding it locked. She crushed the handle, practically ripping the door off its hinges as she whipped it open. Thankfully, no explosions or traps greeted them as the pair peered inside of the van only to find it completely empty.
“Are we even sure this is the van that Joker used?” Artemis asked as she walked around to the passenger side door.
“Oracle said it matched the make and model of the vans from last night,” he confirmed as he made his way towards the driver’s side door.
“Something isn’t right about this,” Artemis replied as she opened the passenger door.
“None of this has been right,” he bit out as he slid into the driver’s seat.
Artemis watched as Jason looked around, checking the cup holders and pulling the visor down. “Red Robin said that he smelled grease or oil when he was being held by Joker,” she told him. “Wouldn’t it make sense that Joker would be hiding at a mechanic’s shop or someplace like that?”
“It would except that there are literally hundreds of them all over the city,” Hood responded. “There is no way that we could check all of them. Besides, there are several other possible places that he could’ve been held that would have the same smells.”
“Do you think Red Robin will ever be the same again?” she softly asked, watching her lover’s expression. She couldn’t help but notice the way that he immediately stiffened.
“No, he won’t,” he coolly stated. “This will stay with him forever…affecting him in ways that he can’t even imagine. The person we all knew is gone.”
“That’s not very optimistic,” she replied.
“You wanted my opinion and I gave it,” he told her. “I’m sorry it’s not one that you wanted to hear, but it’s the truth.”
“I only ever want the truth from you.”
Red Hood glanced to his right, staring into Artemis’s green eyes that were nearly mesmerizing. “Let’s check the back again. There might be something that we missed.”
Artemis released a heavy sigh before closing the passenger door and making her way to the side of the van. She slid the side door open, her hands finding her hips as she studied the inside of the van in hopes of finding anything that might help them.
Her lips thinned into a grim line as she looked around, her eyes falling on a small scrap of paper that was resting on the floor just beneath the passenger seat. She picked it up, finding that it was a receipt. “What is it?” Jason asked as he stopped beside her.
“It’s a receipt of some kind,” she replied, handing him the scrap of paper.
Hood studied it finding it was a receipt for gas. “I know where this gas station is,” he informed her. “It’s not that far from here.”
“Maybe it’s close to where Joker is hiding,” she surmised.
“It’s more than likely,” he said, finding his spirits rising. “Good find, Red.”
“Did you just compliment me?” she said with a smirk.
“Maybe…just don’t get used to it,” he teased as he walked away from her.
“I’ll remember that when we finally go to bed,” she replied as she got onto her bike.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing,” she sweetly replied with a grin.
Hood frowned as he tapped his commlink. “Hey, O,” he said. “You can have the van towed away now. It’s clean. Hood out.”
“Gas station,” he agreed. “Follow me and don’t get lost.”
Artemis rolled her eyes as she started up her bike, hoping that that the receipt would finally lead them to Joker.
Gotham; September 29th, 02:01 EST
“But I still don’t get it, puddin’,” Harley said. “Why did you let Red Robin go? Wouldn’t it be better to keep him in order to draw Bats to us?”
“Now where would the fun be in that?” Joker asked. “This way is going to be far more exciting; don’t you think?”
“Yah…I guess so,” Harley said with a shrug of her shoulders, sitting on the edge of the table as she swung her legs back and forth. She thoughtfully chomped on her gum, a frown on her face. “If it works it will be…I guess.”
Joker frowned as he scowled at Harley. “Could you show a little more enthusiasm? I put a lot of work into this plan. Not to mention, I came to your rescue and broke you out of Arkham. I really think that should count for something.”
“Yah, it was kinda romantic,” she gushed with a grin, a dreamy expression adorning her face. “You came in there all macho and blowing stuff up.”
“That’s me…macho,” Joker said, his fists finding his hips as he puffed his chest out with pride. “I wouldn’t have had to do it at all if you hadn’t gotten yourself captured in the first place.”
Harley glowered at him, her bottom lip protruding slightly. “If you would pay a little more attention to me and appreciate me, then I wouldn’t have left in the first place,” she shot back. “You take me for granted around here far too much.”
“Not this again, Harls,” he ground out in warning. “You leave again and I’m not coming after you.”
“Oh yah?” she yelled as she jumped off the edge of the table, tears stinging her eyes. “Maybe I don’t want you comin’ after me. I never should’ve come back here.”
“Harls…” Joker groaned her name, his head falling back in utter exasperation. “You know I can’t live without you. This is where you belong…with me.”
“Do ya mean it?” she asked with a sniffle.
“Of course,” he said, throwing his hands up in the air. “I think I proved my love by blowing up part of Arkham.”
“You were so amazing,” she cooed, love shining in her eyes as she walked towards him. She threw her arms around his neck, her lips crashing into his.
Joker returned her kiss, his arms slipping around her waist. “You know it’s only ever you, Harls.”
“So, what’s the plan now?” she asked, keeping her arms wrapped around him. “We go after Batwoman?”
“Of course!” he exclaimed. “She’s the one that I’ve wanted all along.”
Harley grinned with growing excitement. “Batsy will go bonkers for sure once you’ve turned her towards our side.”
Joker cackled with glee. “He won’t know what to do with himself,” he agreed. “If this doesn’t push him over the edge, nothing will.”
“And then we can get married?” she ventured, hope rising.
“Sure…why not?” he decided. “It’ll be a big bang of a celebration.”
“Oh, thank you!” she cried, kissing him again. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“Maybe I’ll get Bats to be my best man. What do you think of that?”
“I’m going to get the most beautiful bright pink wedding dress you’ve ever seen.”
“Spare no expensive, Harls,” he told her. “We’re going to do this wedding up big. We’ll invite all of Gotham to our special occasion.”
“Really?” she gasped in shock.
“Sure,” he replied. “I should have all of Gotham’s big wigs under my thumb by then. We’ll go down to the courthouse and have Mayor Hill marry us right there on the front steps in front of everyone.”
“Oh, puddin’!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him again and kissing his cheek. “It’s going to be even better than my dreams.”
“Now, we still have a lot of work to do before we can get married,” he reminded her. “We need to get Batwoman so we can brainwash her. Ol’ Batsy won’t know what hit him.”
“I can still start plannin’, right?”
“Plan all you want,” Joker replied. “We just have to get control of Gotham before we can get married. Once Bats is broken, Gotham will be all mine.”
“How do you plan on getting Batwoman?”
“Harls…Harls,” Joker uttered in exasperation. “Haven’t you been paying any attention?”
“Why do you think I let our little Red Robin fly away?”
“To make Bats mad.”
“Yes, but our little Red bird is going to help us get our ultimate prize,” he explained to her.
“Are you sure it’s going to work, though?”
“Look at how good Firefly turned out,” he pointed out. “He’s my puppet. There’s nothing that he won’t do for me. Our little Red bird is the same way.”
“I hope you’re right because I want a spring wedding,” she ultimately decided. “I’ve always dreamed of having a wedding in the springtime.”
“You’ll have it, my dear,” he promised her. “You’ll have your spring wedding and thanks to Red Robin, I’ll finally have my Batwoman.”