Dinah was standing on a chair, yelling at the stripper. "Shake that ass!" she called out.

Barbara looked at her friend in amusement before looking for a camera. She spotted a disposable one on the table and grabbed it. Winking at Amy, she snapped a picture of her rowdy friend. "This ought to be wonderful blackmail material later on."

Amy grinned back. The dancer finished his act, collected his scattered clothing, and exited the stage. A voice came over the speakers. "These next few are with compliments from a Mr. Roy Harper."

Dinah looked at Barbara. "What has Roy done now?"

Barbara's face was a mixture of horror and amusement. She pointed towards the stage. Dinah turned around to see…Batman.

Murmurs rose from the crowd of women. Most of them were "in the know" and were like Barbara: not sure whether to laugh or stare in shock. As the music began and the "Batman" started dancing, gyrating to the beat, they watched in horrid fascination.

Dinah looked at her friend. "Does Roy have a death wish or something? When the real Batman finds out about this..."

Barbara only started laughing helplessly as "Batman" ripped off his cape. She then picked up the camera again, aiming it towards the stage. She could imagine Bruce's face now...

Across the room, Donna Troy turned to Diana Prince. "I sure hope Roy's will is in order," she commented. Her eyes turned speculative. "Hmm…wonder if there will be a Superman later?"

*          *          *

Roy had finally passed out drunk on the floor. Wally West stared down at him. "So, what should we do to him?" he asked the room at large.

Dick looked at the unconscious form of his friend and grinned wickedly. "Oh, I can think of a few things…Can't you, Clark?"

Clark chuckled. "I don't usually condone vengeance, but in this case, I think may have to make an exception."

Bruce and Jim wandered over. Bruce looked at the police commissioner. "You know, it might just be better if someone drops him off with the ladies. I'm sure Donna and Dinah would love to see him."

Both Clark and Dick winced. "You are a cruel man, Bruce Wayne," the reporter commented.

Bruce took a sip of his drink and recalled the lap dance Amber had tried to give him earlier at Roy's prompting. His lips curled up slightly. "I know."

*          *          *

The women had for the most part loosened up and had begun to cheer on "Batman". Barbara looked over at Dinah and grinned. "Not getting into the spirit of things?" she asked.

Dinah looked up from her drink and shuddered. "That," she said, jerking a thumb at the stage, "is just wrong, and on so many different levels."

"Really? I would have thought you would be enjoying it."

The Black Canary slung back the rest of her drink. "Here's what I enjoy: Taking down corrupt governments, teasing you about Nightwing, kicking some ass, and baiting Batman. I do not enjoy watching some Batman-wannabe perform a strip tease." She looked towards the stage and shuddered again. "Oh God, that's going to give me nightmares."

Just then, Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne entered the club, an unconscious Roy Harper slung between them. When they caught sight of the stage, they froze. "Dinah…" the Bat growled under his breath.

Lois Lane caught sight of the two of them and winced. She walked over and steered the two men (still carrying Roy) into a corner. "This isn't what you think. Roy Harper planned a little surprise for the party." She paused, remembering the initial announcement over the speakers. "A series of surprises."

Clark set Roy down and lowered his glasses to peer backstage. What he saw there made him mutter under his breath. "Well, Roy apparently also lined up a Superman, a Flash, a Green Lantern, and a Nightwing."

Lois looked at the two men and then down at Roy. "You know," she said conversationally. "I wonder what would happen if the real superheroes showed up and crashed the party. And what if Roy happened to wake up when they're here."

Bruce looked at his friend. "And you say I'm evil." He waved to Barbara and Dinah who headed over to them.