Back in the Batcave, Bruce prepared for the night’s patrols. On the main computer monitor was a list of named top tier criminals at large versus incarcerated. Scarecrow, Firefly, Poison Ivy, Two-Face and Riddler were all locked up. Black Mask and Penguin were in City lock up after their disagreement this morning. Drunk and disorderly and third degree assault and battery were flimsy charges to hold two of the biggest crime lords in Gotham, but it seemed to be holding them until bail hearings Monday morning. Freeze was last spotted by the RCMP in northern Canada heading out onto the ice shelf. Luthor was playing games in Metropolis. That left the real problems, Madcat and her apprentice Harley Quinn. During the last round with Gotham Sirens, Pamela was captured, Harley managed to escape the police, but Madcat… Selina… the seductive Psycho had gotten to him again and then ditched him somewhere around Midtown. A snitch had put Harley at Felix Faust’s place two days ago. There hadn’t been hide nor hair of Selina, the Madcat, Bianca Steeplechase or any of her other alias in over a week.
“You are brooding again Master Bruce,” Alfred put a tray of sandwiches next to him, “Brooding does nothing to increase or decrease your chances of encountering her tonight once you finally head out.”
“Alfred,” Bruce sighed.
“Well be sure to pack your bat-condoms when you head out,” Dick smirked as he came in from the motorpool, “Tip from a fink, a woman with green hair was spotted taking a delivery from Royal Arcadian Deliveries over on fifty second street.”
“Royal Arcadian are a front for Faust and his magic cartel,” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, “And that was where Quin was last seen two days ago…”
“Well if those bi-sexual bitches start hitting on my bats again,” Barbara threatened as she walked over and hugged Dick, “I will personally spank them in ways they will not enjoy!”
“We are here to fight crime, not hook up,” Bruce covered his face.
Barbara and Dick both turned away and covered their mouths, Alfred raised an eye brow toward his boss.
“Any word on Jason?” Bruce asked.
“Kitty litter was last seen in a motel outside of Steel City hanging out with Cyborg,” Dick shrugged.
“Source?” Bruce shot back.
“Cyborg called after the fact,” Dick admitted, “About a half hour after leaving him.”
“Let’s go,” Barbara tugged on Dick’s sleeve, “We need to make an appearance as Dick and Barbara at the policeman’s ball tonight.”
Alfred saw them out on the elevator. Bruce returned to his musings, of course thinking about the felonious feline brought back memories of their more intimate… fights. The taste of her kiss, the curves of her body, the ways she moved. Why did his most dangerous foe have to be his closest thing to a true love? Hell Talia wasn’t even this much of a heartache!