Half an hour had passed and the Mario Falcone Henchman Assessment Day was over. The students had all been graded 'F' for failed, but then so had the assessors. Robin had quietly taken the observation network out before removing the trainees from the streets, with most of them unceremoniously dumped into large, wheeled trash receptacles. Each one had been graded for their days performance and their score (out of 10) put on a paper sheet which was stuck to their back. It transpired that the whole operation wes being co-ordinated by Falcone's right hand man, a knife-wielding besuited maniac known as 'Magic' Rick Stones. Rick had been sat in the penthouse (owned by a businessman of dubious reality by the name of Ricardo Presto Boulder) of a very tall skycraper. Robin had taken him out last and left a clipboard with the fairly low scores for everyone involved taped to his chest.

Finally, with the surprisingly large satellite network of mob insanity removed, he could actually talk to the centre of this craziness: Dr Amphet herself. He found her in an alley, about to become the victim of a pair of opportunistic freelance scumbags. They thought they had found an easy meal ticket in the doctor and were about to set about her when a red and green blur stopped them in their nasty little tracks and left them in a neat heap in a dumpster. Before she could react, Robin whisked her away to a place of safety so he could find out what was happening.

Her story was sad yet idiotic: She had been persuaded by Abraham Vitriol, charismatic leader of the Iowa Supremacy Society to procure funding from a number of high profile and somewhat shady people, and Falcone was the first one on that list. She had also been persuaded to do the same by a big wheel in the American Royalist Society, Mr Joey Pinhead, strangely enough with the same list of people but she hadn't really thought much of it at the time. Unfortunately, both Mr Vitriol and Mr Pinhead had pretty much left her to her own devices and provided no aid or assistance whatsoever, thus prompting the doctor to maybe reconsider her association with both organisations.

What she had finally done was to text the message "I'm done fundraising for you and your stupid cause. I quit. Drop dead you useless plank" to Abraham, and then blocked his number. To Joey, she sent "Get lost Pinhead. I hope all of America sees that you really live up to your name. Take your Kings and Queens and shove them. Never call me again" before blocking him too.

An hour later found her boarding a plane bound for her home town, vowing never to return to Gotham - advice given to her by Robin that she thought to be wise. She had also decided never to be associated with such stupid organisations again and might possibly take things further by moving to southern California. What she could certainly do was start by going by her middle name of Lovely from now on.

And so it was that Sheeson Lovely Amphet jetted off to a new life.