Fink smiled as he hung up his cell phone. From the sounds of it, Luthor was making great strides in his work with the Batgirls - a man after his own heart. Fink wasn't sure what the man's endgame was - probably something to do with Superman, if the psych
profile he'd had done was accurate - but he'd have to consider bringing Luthor on full time as a consultant once the whole thing was over.
Fink sat down at his desk, turning on his computer. BimboTech Industries was a franchise, and he'd received a fascinating offer that morning from Dr Alyce Sinner, head of Arkham Asylum. Apparently they were considering using BTI technology to "settle down"
some of the more troublesome inmates. He hit the intercom button on his desk. "Tittyfuck, get me an appointment tomorrow morning with Dr Sinner at the Asy..."
He stopped. Normally his personal bimbo assistant would have said something by now, or at least made a vaguely erotic noise. And, come to think of it, the bonsai plant on his desk looked a lot... greener...
In one movement Fink rose from his desk and went for the door, but too late. A tangle of vines came from nowhere, pinning him to the wall, and a green-skinned woman stepped from the shadows.
"Miss Isley, I assume," Fink said, desperately trying to keep his cool.
"Mr Fink. I believe we have business to discuss."