Richard was feeling slightly jealous, watching as Jim and Babs were having a father-daughter moment. Bruce and him almost never had this kind of exchange. And he was about to give Batman a good reason why they didn't.

"So... Should we tell him about the Watchtower?" Dick couldn't help but open his big mouth. Although his voice had come out barely above a whisper, Jim still heard the comment.

"The Watchtower... Isn't it the name of the Justice League's headquarters? What about it?" the commissioner asked, shifting his attention to the Dynamic Duo.

Bruce grunted out something that sounded a lot like "Way to go, Dick!"

"I guess it's not good news," Jim concluded at the following silence. The only response he got came in the form of a giggle from the woman that was sitting in front of the television.

"Speaking about the news," Selina trailed off, "there's at least one person who's getting a blast out of this," she commented, watching on the news as Wonder Woman was sexually dominating Darkseid. Scratch that! She was raping him! "Damn! Now I'm really flattered you chose me over this fury. She's insatiable!" she added with a wink directed in Bruce's direction. Even the Dark Knight couldn't help the very, very light blush that crept over his cheeks. Catwoman had a talent for making him feel flustered.

"An unregistered speedster intruded inside the Watchtower - how is still undetermined - and transmitted the curse to every woman on the satellite," Bruce explained, trying to divert the attention from his person.

"How did he get infected in the first place?"

"She," Barbara corrected as she took over the explanation, "has been affected after visiting the "Gotham's Fetish" sex shop."

"Wait! You mean here, in Gotham!?" Jim almost cried out in surprise.

"There are much more metahumans here in Gotham than even the paranoiacs from the government suspect," Selina replied.

"Fortunately, most of them respect my rules and stay out of the superhero business," Batman stated seriously, though his sentence was followed by an uneasy silence.

A very, very long silence that was interrupted by Jim. "So now that the League is infected, does it mean we're all screwed," he asked.

"Pretty much, yeah," Dick answered smartly.

A half sigh half rasp escaped from Bruce's lips. "I need a drink," he announced with a grim face, surprising both his protégés and even Selina.

"Make that twenty," Gordon added.