Just a simple little story with maybe four more chapters to come, right just to get it out there I and a friend were trying to see if we writ better more engaging stories when under the influence... of Kailua! This was my attempt and well I like I think it's pretty cool! But what do you all think? –D.C.

It was a big night in Gotham city for the nations business and mercantile elite, twenty-eight of the richest businessmen in the country and assorted guests had gathered at Vorst-Starks Hall in up-town Gotham for some charity event and awards ceremony.

It was uncharacteristically quiet, the orchestra played, dancers waltzed around the floor, the rich drank over-priced champagne, mingling and chatting with the even richer.

All in all it was going exactly as planned, too perfect in some minds, any Gothamite locals and most others who had even the vaguest knowledge of the city were mentally waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But as the last guest arrived and everyone settled down to the decedent meals it was all anyone could do but relax, for maybe if nothing had happened so far than just maybe nothing would happen to disrupt this evening and if after all, inevitably something did interrupt there was always Batman there to save the day.

"I'm telling you Ivy you're too serious, relax, take the night off and have a Kailua and milk with us" Catwoman slurred and spun around in her swivel chair, as Harley-Quinn bounced cross-legged on her own chair and held a full glass out to Ivy, who reluctantly tuck it.

"Okay, but just one" Poison Ivy said an downed the glass in one swallow that didn't touch the sides,

"That's what they all say" Selene and Harley-Quinn chimed in together and then the two broke into giggles, Ivy rolled her eyes at their antics and continued her rhythmic tapping at the keyboard, inter-spaced with quick glances towards the dozen or so monitors above it.

The three villainesses were having a 'girl's night in' inside the surveillance room of Vorst-Starks Hall, the two guards who had been in there were bound and gagged on the floor behind them as the three ladies drank, laughed and perved on the unattached rich young men in the place.

"Oh... hey kitty-cat would you be court dead in that hat" Harley chuckled and cringed as she watched one of the older ladies narrowly miss decapitating a tallish waiter with her chromed wide-brimmed hat heaped with stuffed white doves.

"It's as bad as that mans suit" Selene half-hiccupped and pointed to a screen that showed a close-up of a fat man in a baby-shit green latex tux.

"Ha! Found him, guys you see that suave-looking guy with the long grey hair" Ivy said tapping some keys to zoom in on the the man's face.

"Yeah, what about him?" Selene purred leaning forward to get a better look, frankly the man was pretty handsome in a sleek vampiric European sort of way, she looked accusingly at her drink, that was waxed just a little poetic for her tastes, maybe she'd had enough... nope. She was still thinking clearly so... maybe more alcohol will drown the poet within.

"Who is he?" Harley asked squinting comically at the monitor,

"He owns Axion Labs, the only facility of its kind that hasn't been broken into and if attempts have been made, they've been exceedingly well covered up" Ivy turning with a glint her eyes the other two knew well, they'd both had that look themselves on occasion.

"Either he's got nothing worth stealing, or he's been exceedingly lucky... too lucky" Catwoman said with slow deliberation.

Ivy, Harley and Selene all shared matching predator 'ess grins though if Harley's with a little less intent and sanity all three happily ignored it, they all lost it a bit when drunk.

R. & R. for internet bacon. –D.C.