Bruce wakes up in his bed, still distraught over yesterday. He reaches for a whiskey, but it's already used up. He rubs his eyes as he tries to wake up, and stands up to turn the lights on. Nothing. He tries again. No light. Only light is through the windows. Bruce stares at the switch in disbelief. He believes his power would have been shut off, but why is the question he seeks to answer. He tries the hallway lights. Nothing. "I'm terribly sorry, sir." Alfred shouts back across the hallway. "But it seems you forgot to pay the electric bill!"

Bruce cracks a smirk as Alfred looks as stoic as ever. "Or it's a matter of a mistaken identity." Alfred hands Bruce a newspaper. A photo taken by Arkham Asylum security footage is in the center of the paper. Bruce Wayne breaking out Selina Kyle from prison, and supposedly kidnapping her, according to the story. "What is this?!" Bruce demands an answer.

"I have no idea, sir. But surely you're not desperate enough to break out a cat lady and kidnap her."

Bruce looks at the paper in bewilderment as Alfred continues. "And I suppose this was a call for your power to be cut."

Bruce turns the paper and sees his stock dropping like crazy. Bruce tosses the paper to the side as he runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up. Obviously unbothered by the mess. "I have to go to the Batcomputer to examine the security feed." Bruce tells Alfred as he heads down into the depths of the Manor, with his butler following. Fortunately the power supply between the Manor and the Batcave is separate.

Once there, Bruce opens the security feed and sees his "double" going inside to pay the bail. Selina comes out. And a kiss. Then getting knocked out and thrown into a car, driving away. "I'm sure there will have to be plenty of press meetings trying to pin this on you." Alfred warns.

"I know." Bruce answers back, examining the footage.

He zooms in closer into the double. A 100% replication. He sees after the kiss, Selina slaps the double, and the face gets distorted. Mud is knocked off of the face. But it's a miniscule detail that a lot of people would've missed, had it not been for a clearer image and a better zoom. "Wait a minute." Bruce responds as he sees the mud.

He thinks back to the other day when Dick and Barbara said they were fighting a clay-like thing. "Shapeshifter."

"Pardon?" Alfred questions, caught off guard.

"This creature Barbara and Dick fought. They said it was a shapeshifter. This is it."

"May I remind you that you will not be able to easily sway everyone. Photo editing could be another problem entirely."

Bruce rubs his eyes as he thinks of a solution. A notification pops up on the screen. There's someone at the front door of the Manor. Vicki Vale. "Looks like you have a date." Alfred remarks.

They walk over to the elevator that gets them up to ground level the fastest, and on the way up, Bruce tries to fix his hair. When they get to the door, Alfred opens it as Bruce stands behind him. "Your doorbell isn't working."

"Our power was cut." Bruce clarifies.

"I can assume why." Vicki retorts. "Can I ask you about the incident at Arkham Asylum where you broke a prisoner out of prison and kidnapped them?"

She points the recorder at Bruce and he scoffs as he tells her to come in. When they get inside, Bruce escorts Vicki to the living area as Alfred goes to make some tea. "I appreciate your hospitality, but the people need to know."

Even for it being more than a few hours old, being Bruce Wayne makes for a swift coverage. Bound to blow up in a hurry.

Vicki is immediately taken aback when she enters the Manor. The lights are off. "Power's been cut." Bruce announces as Alfred rolls up the blinds to the living room to let the light in.

Bruce takes a deep breath and looks at Vicki, obviously nervous. Worried she'll be kidnapped too. "All I can say is, it's not me."

"Of course you'd say that." Vicki strikes back. "How about something more original?"

For someone worried about being kidnapped, you're obviously testy. Bruce thinks. "This is going to sound strange," Bruce starts, slowly.

"This oughta be good."

Bruce runs the scenario through his head, knowing the outcome would be disbelief. He says that it was a shapeshifter, and Bruce was right about the reaction. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Alfred comes by with the tea, and Vicki looks at the cups on the tray, asking nervously. "They're not spiked, are they?"

Alfred answers back kindly. "No, ma'am, they're not."

"If they are, I'm suing you." Vicki barks back.

Alfred smiles back, putting the tray on the table and whispering to himself. "Good luck with that."

Vicki holds the cup in her hand, looks at it, and sets it down on a nearby table. Bruce takes a sip of the tea and starts. "A shapeshifter is someone that can mimic other people's forms."

Vicki retorts. "I know what a shapeshifter is. I don't believe it. Unless I see concrete evidence, you're a guilty man, Bruce."

"Give it some time." Bruce politely answers back, trying to remain calm in this situation.

Vicki tilts her head mockingly. "I'll give you that at least, but it better be fast. And no, money isn't going to help me forget."

Bruce leans forward and holds the cup, looking at Vicki. "How thorough were you with examining the feed?" Bruce asks.

"Thorough?" Vicki responds, half-heartedly.

"If you look closely, you'd see that there's something out of the ordinary." Bruce puts the cup on the table and takes out his phone, but Vicki jumps to conclusions. "Wait, what are you doing?!"

"Getting my phone out." Bruce answers.

When he does, there's another knock at the door. "I'll get it." Alfred announces.

Bruce goes to open a website Vicki runs for Gotham news, and as he pulls it up, a voice can be heard in the next room. "Hi, I'm looking for Bruce Wayne?"

Jack Ryder. Bruce thinks. Vicki hears him too and scoffs. She goes and stands at the entrance of the living area, and Jack and her lock eyes. "Vicki!?" Jack shouts.

"You're late, Ryder." Vicki strikes back. "I already got the story I need."

Bruce scoffs to himself and stands to his feet as he's about to say something, but Vicki turns around, almost expecting a comeback. "Where's Selina hiding? In a red room?" Vicki shouts.

"You got this all wrong." Bruce butts in.

Jack is really shocked at this news. "So it's true?!" Jack blurts.

"No, it's not!" Bruce spouts back. "I don't even have a red room!"

"Typical." Vicki barks back. "I'm getting out of here before you get any ideas." She adds with not as much panic in her as before, and then she leaves with a final statement. "I thought you were a good man, Bruce."

Then she leaves, and as she exits the Manor, Jack goes out with her, probably bickering. Alfred locks the door behind them both. Bruce assures, trying to make the situation better. "Maybe she left because Jack came in. Because of competition."

"This is troubling news, Master Bruce." Alfred informs. "What are we going to do?"

Bruce crosses his arms and starts thinking, "I don't know, but we will find a way sooner or later."

"In the meantime, sir, I'd advise you to not go to work this morning."

Bruce agrees, and they go off back to the Batcave, as a small bat lingers behind in the living area. With eyes of anger.