Bryce Wayne screwed up her brow in concentration as she tried to focus on the piano. It was really tough. Her mind was totally awhirl. Everything was difficult to focus on. Was this the person she was supposed to be? It was all so strange.
"Thinking is hard!" Bryce whined.
She tried again to focus on her piano lesson. She knew Alfred would be cross if she didn't focus on it. She was supposed to do what Alfred said. He was so smart.
But also very strict! Bryce pouted. Maybe if she did a little practice, he'd let her go and hang-out with her besties afterwards. She wanted to have some fun. She wanted to party!
* * *
"Um, I think I gotta work," Barb mumbled.
"Awww, that's okay," Harley said. "What'cha gotta do?"
Barb tried to concentrate. It was very confusing. "There... there's some job interviews."
"Interviewing some new talent for the Birds of Play?" Harley giggled. "Oh, that's totally the best! Can I come? I love seeing them demonstrate their skills. Some of these hos would do anything for a job!"
* * *
Steve Dayton was in his study when there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?"
"A Ms. Starfire to see you."
"Oh, yes, from Garfield's team. Send her in."
"Oh, Mr. Dayton!" Starfire burst into the room. She was dressed in a very tight purple dress that hugged her every curve, and showed off more than a little of her generous cleavage. Starfire also jangled with glinting purple braclets that complimented her purple eyeshadow and thick purple lipstick. "I need your help so much!"
"Really?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" Starfire leaned forward on the desk, giving him a good shot of her orange cleavage and a whiff of her intense perfume. "Garfield says you are the smartest!"
Starfire fluttered her long lashes, giving him a desperate pleading look.