I was typing ferociously at my keyboard, adding the latest details to my notes on Gotham's many super criminals. My desk housed my large computer and its keyboard, a plate holding a single piece of leftover pizza with a large bite out of it, several pencils, many without the traditional rubbers on the end to prevent a bad taste when I lightly chewed on them (a bad habit) and many, many pieces of paper with my scrawled handwriting scribbled all over them. A pop-up alert appeared at the bottom of my screen and I changed to one of my cameras, showing the fence that bordered the property. A dark figure in a cape and with pointy bits sticking out of his head climbed the fence in one motion, making me smile.

"Looks like we have company." I remarked and my crossbreed dog rose his head, acknowledging that he might have to actually be a guard dog for once.

Another alert popped up but this time it was an incoming video feed.

"What ya need?" I asked as Kite-man's face filled my computer screen.

"Blue Beetle." Kite-man said, sounding a little puffed out before a blue beam shot across the screen, narrowly missing him.

"He's kicking your ass isn't he?" I asked with a smirk, knowing how stupid the wannabes were. He looked to the side again before giving a quick nod and my smirk was replaced with a smug grin.

"Blue Beetle's vulnerable to placed electrical shocks. Taser the rookie's ass." I answered then closed the video feed, returning my attention to my notes. I returned to furiously typing on my keyboard as the door handle turned and the door opened slowly, the dark figure blocking what little light outside had. I didn't even look at him but I heard his footsteps as he came closer.

They could play the theme from Jaws right now. I thought.

"Sorceress." Batman's voice was as flat and gravelly as ever as he said my name. My dog got to his feet but I snapped my fingers and he didn't try to attack Batman.

"Let me guess," I said before he could start again, "Bad guy threatening Gotham and you need my help?" I struggled to remain expressionless, hiding my new excitement and ignoring the rhetorical sarcastic questions that popped up inside my head.

"The Music Meister has returned to Gotham." Batman explained, answering my question. Even though my file on him was smaller compared to some, The Music Meister had always been fascinating.

"The Music Meister, able to control people with a hypnotic pitch." I remarked and swung around in my chair, facing Batman for the first time. I almost jumped because Batman was almost right in front of me, literally.

"I'll help, on the condition that I get to keep his glasses." I told Batman before standing up, giving my dog a quick pat then following Batman out the door.

"Bye Scoob, I'm actually gonna get some time with The Music Meister!" I called out behind me.