Robin zipped through the streets of Gotham. When he reached exactly 89 miles per hour, he pressed the autopilot button on his R-Cycle. Thenn, another button ejected him from the seat and sent him flying into the air. He landed on a rooftop and started running. As he ran, he pulled pieces of a tux out of a backpack and started changing.

When all was said and done, he jumped off and landed in a dark alley all dressed up. The Robin suit hidden safely in the backpack. When he turned the corner, he saw it. The Iceberg Lounge.

This was the luxurious place of operations of The Penguin, one of Batman's greatest foes. Sure, he kept up the act of being a lawfull citizen, but deep down everyone knew his true nature. Bruce and Tim liked to eat at the lounge on occasion, just to keep tabs on Oswald Cobblepot. That was his name. His True name. Oswald was one of the biggest crime lords in Gotham, so the Bat Family needed to make sure what he was up to at all times.

Tim ran in with his breathing being heavy. There was a man at a desk. Tim approached the man.

"Yes, hello…I have a reservation. Tim Drake. My date-"

"-has already arrived." Said the man. Tim thought he heard a quiver of…fear?...in his voice. "She has noticed. I encourage you to order the Antarctica Chocolate Cake for her at dessert, that always seems to calm the ladies."

"Thank you, I'll think about it."

Tim was allowed to walk down a grand blue staircase, where a waiter met him and took him to his table. The room was awash with low, blue lighting and there was a giant iceberg floating in a pool in the center of the room. Penguins slid along the sides and swam in the water. On the walls there were fake icecaps, which made it look like they really were in the Arctic.

"Here is your table, Mister Drake." The waiter said. Tim looked over to see a young lady and a man sitting at the table. The girl looked bored and mad.

She had blonde hair and a glittery pink headband, a lot of blonde-person-type makeup and blue eyes, she was also beautifull. she had a revealing dress similar to one of hanna montanna's, but WAY more cute and stylish, with a mint coat that showed her shoulders, and a LOT of jewelry.

"Lord above…" she sighed. "You must be Timothy Drake…You're lucky to be so handsome, or I'd be very upset about your lateness."

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting…" Tim said, awestruck by her looks. He sat down. The man who was also at the table grimaced at him.

The girl smile and waved at him. "This is Johnothan, my butler. I insisted he come along because he is the closest thing I have to a friend."

"You don't have to say that, miss." John said.

Priscilla clapped his shoulder. "Hush! You are my guests tonight…and I-" she leaned in over the table's edge and looked romanatically at Tim. "-am yours!"

Tim started to sweat. He definitely wasn't that great with girls.

All through the meal, Priscilla was clearly trying to flirt with him. Tim was polite, and accepted all of her compliments about his looks. In truth, it embaressed him to have such a pretty girl tell him he was very good-looking. He blushed several times.

A waiter came up and offered a some champagne.

"No thank you…" Tim started. "We are both underage."

Priscilla rolled her eyes. The waiter did not even look at him, and did not leave.

"Mister Cobblepot is running a…someone exclusive business, sir. Your age is of no meaning here, so long as no-one tells."

Prisicilla laughed and took three glasses from the mans tray. She handed one to Johnathon and slid one over to Tim. He looked down at the foamy, bubbly drink and grimaced. This was wrong. He had no idea Penguin ran an operation this low and cheap and sinister. Giving alcohol to minors was a crime. This was sick.

"I really wish you wouldn't drink that…" Tim said as Priscilla brought the beverage to her hot pink lips. But the beauty queen only laughed at him in a sing-songy way.

"OH Tim…don't be such a spoilsport!"

Tim silently watched as Priscilla criminally drank the bubbly liquid. Even John the Butler looked at her with a disapproving scowl in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said through his teeth. After all, he was supposed to be on a date with this girl right now. It was for Bruce. He had to do a good job. He needed to be polite. "It's not a big deal, you're right."

"You've been in a bad mood all throughout this date!" Priscilla pouted.

"I'm sorry. Things have been rough."

"Tell me."

"Well…" Tim realized suddenly…Priscilla Payne didn't know him! She didn't go to his school or know his friend circle. He could tell her everything, so long as the details were vague. Nothing he could tell her would arouse suspicion. "I had a friend named Kon-I mean Conner! Conner Kent was his name. He died just a few months ago in a…explosion."

Johnathan reached across the table and took Tim's hand. "I am so sorry for your loss."

"mE too." Prisiclla said.

Tim nodded and said thank you to them both. "I have just had a really bad week…that's why I must be so tense."

Priscilla moaned. "A bad week! I guess we are all having those this week. I hate being here in this hideous city…..no offense! I wish I could've stayed in Hawaii. But, it isn't sooo bad. Martha and Brandon are here with us." She fluttered her eyelashes in every direction, scanning the big blue room. Tim looked with her. "Nevermind. They said they would also be here tonight—maybe they have some bacony seating."

"Martha and Brandon?" Tim asked. "More butlers?"

"No!" she cackled beautifully. "They're old family friends. They helped to raise me after my Mother died."

Priscilla finished her glass of champagne. With one dancing wave of her delicate hand, she waved over the same waiter from before.

"One more glass of champagne please!" Priscilla Payne requested. The waiter did as he was told, and handed her one more glass. He offered more to Johnothan, but he declined.

Priscilla then became very, very drunk. She laughed at everything Tim was saying even if it wasn't funny. She dropped her chocolate cake on the floor, but luckily it did not get on her beautiful dress.

"Get up and tango with me!" she asked Tim. He wanted to be a gentleman, so he let her lead him out off over to the dance floor. There was a beautiful woman on a stage with greyish-brown hair and blue makeup and a revealing black dress. She sang a bouncy song that Tim and Priscilla began dancing to. Tim was rusty, but luckily he remembered those tango moves Alfred had taught him.

"You're good dancer…" Priscilla whispered, her face nearing his. Tim got very nervous. Was she about to kiss him!? Their lips almost touch when…

"GOODBYE, MRS. PAYNE!" screamed the waiter from before. He was now in the middle of the dance floor, holding a gun.