After an unhealthy amount of caffeine and several hours i'd managed to trace Ivy from the car i'd seen her unconscious form being bundled into, across the city to a rather nice looking penthouse in Chinatown. The problem was that Jon had what looked like his own private army defending this penthouse and while I could hold my own in a fight I wasn't superman.

"FUCK" I shouted, jumping out of my chair and beginning to pace. The chances of me finding a way to help Ivy were looking slim. Not to mention i needed to find a way to distract Batman on the night and to top it all off I was meant to be hosting a fundraising gala for the asylum tomorrow night. I really hated galas.


Admittedly I did quite enjoy dressing up in my nicest dresses and this gala had provided and excuse to do so. However it was only an hour in and I was ready to stage a feinting attack so I could leave. Making small talk with Gotham's wealthy upper classes was quite possibly the worst thing about my job and I was having a lot of champagne to take the edge off.

Having finally managed to excuse myself from Bruce Wayne, who while easy on the eye was taking quite possibly too much of an interest in my new developments for the asylum, I was looking for a fresh glass of champagne when one of my guests conveniently offered one to me. Graciously accepting the delicious liquid I looked up and saw that it was a man by the name of David Carmicheal who had given it to me. David was the son of the owner of the Gotham Gazette and so had been invited along with the rest his family in the hopes that they'd not only open their chequebooks but also drop a favourable word or two in the paper.

"You looked like you needed it." He smiled at me as I took a sip.

"You have no idea."

"Well then I shall endeavour to keep your glass filled all night Miss Arkham." he said and gave me a wink. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad afterall.

3 Hours and many, many glasses of champagne later I was drunk as a skunk and in desperate need of fresh air. David and I made our way onto a balcony separate from the rest of the party.

"Thank fuck its nearly over" I giggled. "I can't wait to get some sleep."

"I can think of something better than sleeping we could do" David murmured, suddenly standing very close. Now as much as i'd enjoyed his company that evening, I was in no mood to extend him an invitation to stay the night.

"I think i'm gonna stick with sleeping if i'm being honest." my words were admittedly slurred but definitely clear enough for him to understand. Which made his response concerning.

"Come on, you know you want to." he moved closer and I backed away, right into a corner.

"David I'm being s-sserious" I said as firmly as I could. Not an easy task in my drunken state. It was at this moment I noticed David somehow seemed to be 100% sober and the penny dropped. There had been an ulterior motive to all the drinks he'd given me. He suddenly lurched forward to grab me and I reacted instinctively, ducking under his arm and twisting it up behind him.

"You picked the wrong woman to bother tonight Carmichael." my words came out more like a snarl than anything else. "You're going to walk back inside and leave this island right now. Do you understand?"

"What the fuck you bitch?" he protested and I gave his arm another yank so he cried in pain, thank goodness for the music inside.

"Do you understand?" I repeated and was greeted with a nod of agreement. I let him go and pushed him forward, he wasted no time in making himself scarce.

Later that evening, when the gala was over and all the guests had left I started working on my plan. Nothing like a good old fashioned socialite hostage to keep Batman busy, and after the events of tonight I had just the arsehole in mind.


Next day I woke up with a throbbing headache but also a sense of purpose. Now there was no point jumping the gun and taking Carmichael before Jon made his move or i'd have Batman on my tail before i'd even left his building. This meant i'd have to wait until he started to flee the city. Fortunately I happened to know that at the top of the building holding the Gotham Gazette offices was a safehouse in which he and his family would most like shelter until their helicopter arrived. If I could get in there I could get him. However, while my computer skills are good, this safe house was made by the best and if I was gonna get past it's security protocols I would also need the best. Fortunately I happened to be friends with a genius.

This is why I found myself sat in a little cyber cafe on bleake island, sipping an espresso and waiting.

"Long night?" Eddie's voice came from behind me, shaking me out of my reverie and making me jump.

"A little too much champagne i'll admit." I replied as he moved to sit opposite me.

"You had a party and didn't invite me?! I'm hurt Genevieve. Wounded in fact!"

"For some reason, I just had the strangest notion that The Riddler showing up to my fundraiser for Arkham might not go down so well."

"Would have been more fun though"

"That it would." I smiled at him, as annoying as he could be he did have a habit of lifting my mood.

"So why did you ask to meet? Missed me already? Its not even been 48 hours!"

"Actually Eddie I was hoping you might assist me in my little plan for the big night."

"It makes sense you would come to me for help, I am the best." Eddie said in his characteristically egotistical way. While that may have been the exact reason I had gone to him I wasn't going to admit it lest his body no longer be able to support his oversized head. So I ignored the comment and continued.

"I need access to the Carmichael safehouse"

"And why, pray tell, would that be."

"Last night I discovered David Carmicheal isn't as wholesome as his daddy's newspaper makes him out to be, and figured if i'm going to distract Batman i'd at least do it my way, by teaching this dick a few manners." Eddie was watching me intently as I said this.

"He tried something with you?" His voice was low, almost angry sounding.

"Tried being the operative word. I can handle one posh boy no matter how much fizzy he plies me with."

"I should hope so, I don't consort with amateurs!" Eddie's voice was back to its usually cheery tone now. "Anyhow, i'll help you."

"Thank you Eddie!"

"On the condition that you do me a little favour that is." I sighed and took another sip, should've known there'd be a price.