Chapter 10

Underworld; September 17th, 15:51 EST

Hades wandered around his throne room, his chalice holding his favorite red wine in his right hand. His thoughts were circling like vultures over recent events that he had admittedly not seen coming…or at least he'd not wanted to believe was possible. He took a brooding sip of his wine, casually making his way towards his throne.

He stopped before the place where his son-in-law had once been, kicking the empty chains lying on the floor with the tip of his boot. When his slave had rushed into his dining hall to tell him that Batman was gone, he had immediately left his meal to see it for himself, finding it to be woefully true. Being in Ra's al Ghul's head had helped him to gain some much-needed information about his son-in-law including the fact that he was a very skilled escape artist.

Still, he hadn't taken it all very seriously until he'd seen the evidence of it as the empty chains laid on the cold stone floor of his throne room. He knew that Ra's al Ghul wouldn't stay here in the palace any longer than necessary. He had seen the man's mind…had fully occupied it. He knew how driven al Ghul was to see his plans come to fruition. It was a characteristic that they shared, and Hades appreciated.

He glanced down at the spot where Batman had been chained to, wondering where his son-in-law was at that moment. He had no doubt that Ra's and Batman would eventually find their way back to the safety of the palace once they realized there was no escaping the Underworld. They'd have no other choice but to return with their tales firmly tucked between their legs.

"Are you certain you don't wish for me to bring Batman and al Ghul back to the palace, my lord?" Thanatos inquired.

"No," Hades decided, waving the suggestion off with his chalice of wine. A smirk danced on his lips as he considered it. "I have other ideas for my industrious son-in-law. Besides, he'll eventually find his way back here."

"He will?" Thanatos questioned him with a confused expression adorning his face.

"He will find the Underworld is a very dangerous and treacherous place to traverse," Hades explained as he sat down on his throne. "If the creatures of the Underworld don't tear him and Ra's al Ghul to shreds, then the harsh environment will drive them back to the palace. They'll eventually learn there is no escaping the Underworld."

"Yes, my lord," Thanatos agreed. "Would you still like me to keep track of them?"

"Yes, track their position," Hades replied.

"I have no doubt the princess will try to come to rescue her mate," Thanatos pointed out. "Do you have any plans for her?"

A wicked smile spread across his face as he considered the possibility of another confrontation with his daughter. "I most certainly do, Thanatos…I most certainly do."

Greece; September 17th, 16:59 EST

Artemis plopped down on a rock with a huff of anger and fatigue, her elbows coming to rest on her knees. "This is going absolutely nowhere," she bit out with a scowl.

"I'm not giving up now that we're this close to getting into the Underworld," Diana snapped, brushing her hair out of her face.

"We're tried everything to get that gate open and it won't budge," Artemis said, stating the obvious. "There has to be another way."

"I just think we should use my mace," Shayera suggested again.

Diana shook her head as she pursed her lips. "We can't destroy the gate," she said. "If we leave it wide open while we go inside, all of the Underworld will escape including Hades. We can't risk it."

"Can't we just shove another stone in its place while we're gone?" Shayera asked.

"It doesn't work like that, angel," Hermes told her. "They're magically sealed."

"Then, we need Zatanna or Doctor Fate to get this damn thing open," Shayera supposed.

"It takes a special key," Hermes volunteered to find all three women glaring daggers at him.

"And you couldn't have said that hours ago?" Artemis yelled at him as she leapt to her feet.

"I told you I can't help out," he reminded them. "I don't want the wrath of Hera coming down on me."

"And our wrath doesn't frighten you in the least?" Shayera bit out, palming her mace as she sneered at him.

"Okay…with that look…maybe a little, but still it's nothing compared to Hera," Hermes readily decided, eyeing her appreciatively. "Do you know how sexy you are when you look at me like that?"

"Where is the key, Hermes?" Diana ground out; her hands fisted at her sides. It was obvious she was using every last bit of her patience to keep from pummeling him.

Hermes groaned as his eyes fell closed. "Please don't ask me that, cousin," he whined. "You know I can't help you."

"You're got thirty seconds to start talking or we will beat you down so hard—" Artemis threatened him, Diana and Shayera coming to stand behind her.

"Hey!" Hermes cried, holding up his hands before him. "Let's not be hasty here, ladies."

"Twenty seconds," Diana told him.

Hermes took a few, self-preserving steps back, knowing that he was going to have to decide here very quickly. His cousin was not in her right mind and her friends were eager to help her no matter what it took. "Look at how much I've already helped you," he pointed out. "You wouldn't be here without me. I shouldn't have done even that much."

"Ten seconds," Shayera informed him, raising her mace that crackled with the power that ran through it.

"You wouldn't hurt me," he tried again. "We're friends…right?"

"Five seconds," Diana spat out. "Start talking, Hermes."

"All right," Hermes finally relented, his shoulders sagging in defeat mingled with relief as they backed off.

"All right…what?" Artemis asked.

"All right," he repeated, putting emphasis on the word 'right' as he exaggerated looking to his right.

All three women looked to their left, finding nothing but rocks and sand. "There's nothing there," Artemis growled, losing her patience.

Hermes swallowed hard, the looming threat of serious harm growing stronger by the second. "Are you sure you're right about that?"

Diana frowned as she walked over to the other side of the cavern, her hands coming to rest on her hips as her blue eyes narrowed. She slowly began inspecting the rocks that lay scattered on the ground in varying shapes and sizes, none of them looking particularly interesting.

Some rocks almost seemed to glisten in the light that her lasso gave off, others appearing completely innocuous and unimportant. Placing both hands on a large rock, she leaned over to look behind it to find an unusual appearing stone that didn't look anything like the others surrounding it.

It was perfectly round, smooth without any chips or flaking that would be expected from the elements and time. Picking it up, she noticed it fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. There were also some strange markings on it that almost looked like ancient Greek, but she didn't care what it said at that moment. All that mattered to her was that it worked at unlocking the gate to the Underworld.

"I believe the word that you humans like to use is 'bingo'," Hermes said with a triumphant grin, relieved that he'd been able to preserve his life for another day. Even though he was a Greek god, life wasn't without its risks.

Shayera and Artemis turned a deadly glare on the Greek god, none of them appearing pleased in the least. "You couldn't have told us this hours ago?" Artemis demanded to know.

Hermes threw up his hands in frustration. "Am I speaking Greek? Do you ladies refuse to listen to anything that I have said?" he yelled. "I can't help you!"

"But you just did," Shayera pointed out.

"No…no, I didn't!" he adamantly stated with a scowl, adamantly shaking his head in denial. "I did not help you. I did not tell you where the key to the gate was hidden. Diana found it on her own. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Nothing you can do or say will change that story."

"Why in the world would anyone hide the key to the gate in the same place as the gate itself?" Shayera asked. "Isn't that kind of an obvious place to hide it?"

"It's so obvious no would think to look in here," Hermes pointed out with a smirk on his lilps.

Ignoring Hermes' prattling, Diana walked over to the gate, placing the stone in the impression to the right of the stone gate. A bright, glowing light suddenly appeared around the rock gate, a tremble working its way through the large cavern that caused all four of them to abruptly freeze in place.

The gate to the Underworld slowly began to open, a tremor of relief drifting through Diana as she stared at it in stunned disbelief. She had found it. She was finally going to be able to get into the Underworld and find Bruce, hopefully rescuing him before he lost all his memories forever.

"Let's go before it closes," Artemis suggested, grabbing hold of Hermes' arm before heading towards the gate.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hermes asked as he was being dragged to the gate.

"You're coming along," Artemis decided.

"Why me?" he demanded to know. "You don't need me to find Diana's mate."

"You helped us get this far," Shayera said as she shoved him through the gate.

"For the last time, I did not help you!" Hermes adamantly insisted.

Diana quickly removed the stone, passing through the gate as the large stone began to move back into place. She wasn't about to go into the Underworld without the key that would get them back out of here. She handed it to Hermes who grudgingly tucked it into the supply bag for safekeeping.

She looked behind her to see the stone close tightly behind her with a resounding thud. It felt like a death knell; the final nail being pounded into a coffin to seal it close forever. While she was beyond relieved to finally be in the Underworld and that much closer to Bruce, she was that much further away from her children and the people that she cared about most in this world.

It felt like a spike being driven into her chest knowing there was a chance that she wouldn't be returning to them. It made her that much more determined to do everything in her power to make sure that both she and Bruce returned to the world of the living in one piece.

"Okay, now where?" Shayera asked.

Hermes folded his arms against his chest. "Don't even look at me," he evenly stated, his chin raised in defiance. "I'm already in big trouble for what I've done so far."

"Quit whining," Artemis told him. "Act like an Amazon for once."

"I'm not an Amazon," Hermes grumbled. "I'm a Greek god. Whining and complaining is what we do best."

"I know where Hades' palace is located," Diana announced, her hand falling to her lasso.

"Let's not waste any more time around here then," Artemis said. "Lead the way so we can out of this place."

"Missing your boy toy?" Shayera teased her with a knowing grin.

Artemis turned an arched eyebrow on her. "Boy toy?"

Shayera chuckled as they began to follow Diana. "Never mind."

"Keep a watchful eye out," Diana instructed them. "There are many demons and creatures down here that will be more than anxious to make sure we never leave here."

"I'm more than ready for some action," Artemis reassured her.

"Do you think Bruce has tried to escape the palace by now?" Shayera asked.

Diana smiled softly as she thought about it. "I have no doubt," she confidently replied. "That will make trying to find him that much more difficult, but hopefully we'll cross paths with him on the way to the palace."

"And if we don't?" Hermes ventured, almost afraid to ask. He already knew he wasn't going to like the answer.

"Then, we'll force my father into helping us find him," Diana stated, her voice hard like steel.

"And that's what I was afraid of," Hermes mumbled under his breath.

Underworld; September 17th, 21:36 EST

"What? No flowers?" Nightwing roughly quipped, his voice hoarse. "I feel cheated."

"Your injuries weren't severe enough to warrant flowers," Batman retorted.

A smile curled his lips as his eyes fell closed, quickly fading as a groan rose in his throat as he attempted to shift his position in his bed. "Is everyone all right?" he asked. "How's Diana?"

"Everyone made it out alive and Diana is fine," Bruce reassured him. "She was here but left a little while ago. She didn't want to give away our identities by staying too long at your bedside. Besides, she's trying to keep your fiancé from charging up here to see you."

Dick's grin returned with the mention of his fiancé. "I imagine Diana had to tie her down to keep her from coming up here."

"Let's just say that I have a new-found respect for Donna's tenacity," Bruce cryptically replied. "She's as stubborn as Diana is."

Dick's expression grew somber as memories of the mission rose in his mind. "Diana saved my life today," he softly said. "If not for her, Donna would be planning my funeral instead of our wedding."

Bruce's blood turned to ice water in his veins with his eldest son's words. The thought of losing him was something he couldn't begin to allow himself to dwell on for fear of losing control. "It was pretty bad by the time I got there," he confessed. "She was the only one left standing."

"She took a direct hit aimed right at me," Dick revealed. "I thought that thing had killed her, but she managed to get up and keep fighting."

Bruce turned his head, his eyes closing with the revelation. He didn't want to talk about this anymore, couldn't stand to hear any more details about what he had come so close to losing today. "She's truly amazing," he murmured, thankful she had been there to protect Dick.

"Are you sure she's all right?" Dick questioned him again.

"Some burns on her hands and arms," Bruce informed him with a clipped tone of obvious anger. "I don't know much beyond that."

Dick studied him for a long moment, picking up on his tension. Even with the cowl on, he could read his father-mentor like a book. "What's going on between you two?"

"Nothing," Bruce stated a little too quickly and far too firmly.

"I can tell that something is wrong," Dick pressed. "You've not been your happy-go-lucky self for the past few weeks."

"Yah, that describes me perfectly," Bruce groused with huff of annoyance.

"Since Diana, it does…or as happy-go-lucky as you can get," Dick countered, "and don't play dumb with me. I've seen the same unhappiness in her too. Something is obviously wrong between you two."

Batman looked away from his son, watching Ollie as he sat by Dinah's bedside, holding her hand as he stroked her hair. Worry was etched on his face despite his own injuries. Bruce felt the painful pang of loneliness that he'd been carrying intensifying in his chest. He missed his wife, ached to feel her touch.

"I've seen the tabloids," Dick stated, pushing for his father to open up to him. "She can't be happy about you spending time with another woman."

"None of it is true," he gruffly muttered, his hands clenching into fists. "I'm just acting like her friend in order to get close to her to find out what she's up to."

"Diana knows that, right?"

"She does, but I know it's tearing her apart inside," he confessed. "I'm doing it to save Gotham and my family. No one seems to understand that."

"We understand," Dick reassured him. "We just don't like watching what it's doing to you and Diana."

"She's going through hell because of it," Bruce softly admitted, his guilt surfacing. "Tabloids are hounding her, following her everywhere trying to get information. I don't want to do it, but I know I'm getting close to something. I'm so close to getting what I need to shut her down and put her away."

"Well, I hope you do it quick because you're not exactly Donna's favorite person right now," Dick informed him.

"I'm sure Diana's talked to her about it," Bruce replied, sitting back in his chair.

"Not a word," Dick revealed, groaning as he shifted to lie on his side. "All Diana will say is that you're doing what you feel you need to do."

Bruce felt his chest constrict, both guilt and indescribable love for her blooming inside of him. Diana had every right to rip him apart to everyone she talked to, turn everyone against him and to her side, but she wasn't doing that all. Even though she didn't agree with what he was doing, she was still standing by him, trusting him to do what he felt he needed to do no matter how much it was hurting her.

He knew that he needed to talk to her, to talk about why his obsession with stopping Sienna Falcone had become so strong…so all-consuming. She needed to understand what last year's attack at the museum had truly done to him.

"Talk to her," Dick murmured. "Don't sit here with me, avoiding what you know you need to do."

Batman stared at him, his mind working. He knew he couldn't take another moment without her, without talking to her. "I'll talk to the doctor and see if you can be transferred to the manor to recuperate," he told him. "That way you and Donna can see each other."

"That would be awesome," Dick said, his face brightening with the prospect of seeing his future wife. "And once you've done that, you can talk to your wife."

"Yes, I'll talk to her," he promised, his insides twisting with the uncomfortable conversation that loomed in his future.

Batman awoke with a start, gasping sharply with the emotions churning inside of him. After finally making it to the cavern, he had attended to Ra's broken arm, fashioning a sling for him that would help support it until they could get out of here.

They had both fallen asleep soon after, only for him to be awoken hours later by the dream or memory that had caused him unexpected grief. Nightwing had been injured in an attack, Diana injured as well. It struck fear in him that he'd come so close to losing both of them, but even more so that he was having so much difficulty remembering the situation, or the people involved.

Nightwing…Diana…they obviously meant so much to him, but they were people that were becoming nameless faces that looked familiar as memories of his life continued to fade away. It scared him senseless. Losing his mind was one of his biggest fears along with the thought of losing his loved ones. Now, he was losing both.

He ran his hand over his mouth, quickly looking about the cavern to find Ra's al Ghul gone. He scrambled to his feet with a groan, his hand moving to brace his ribs as he grimaced in pain. He'd forgotten that he'd cracked a couple of ribs when he'd fallen into the ravine.

Stumbling to the entrance of the cavern, Bruce placed his hand on the rough rock wall, bracing himself as he scanned the area. He couldn't believe that Ra's would've just left on his own, but he wouldn't put anything past him. Despite his memories of Ra's growing distant, one thing he knew with absolute certainty—Ra's could not be trusted.

Not seeing him anywhere, Bruce slammed his fist into the cave wall in frustration and anger. He knew he could make it out of the Underworld without him, but the fact that his mind was failing him created a knot of fear and doubt in him that he loathed more than anything.

He couldn't depend on his brain to help him through his now. He was going to have to rely on his skills and training, his unrelenting desire and need to return to his family. He remembered the raven-haired woman telling him that he was on the most stubborn man that she'd ever encountered. Hopefully, that fierce tenacity would be enough to help him accomplish his goal.

Turning, Batman reentered the cavern, sitting down and leaning his back against the rock wall. He tilted his head back to gaze at the cavern ceiling, the white slits of his cowl narrowing as he studied. It looked familiar to him, reminding him of another place…one that was very close to him.

He squeezed his eyes closed as he struggled to remember, images flashing through his mind like fleeting snapshots. Tiny pieces of an enormous puzzle popped into his mind's eye, but he needed so much more. He needed to see the entire picture, not just a few scattered pieces.

Images of a sleek, black car drifted through his mind…an enormous cave with bats…a man who was like a father to him. He felt warmth begin to spread through his chest as he thought about the elder man that obviously meant so very much to him. He found he missed him greatly though he couldn't remember who he was.

He slammed his fists into the ground with a furious growl. He hated this with every fiber of his being. He was rapidly losing the vaunted control that he'd always prided himself in, losing pieces of himself…his past slipping through his gauntleted fingers like minute grains of sand in an endless desert of nothingness.

How much of him would actually be left by the time he finally escaped this hell?

Would he be nothing more than an empty shell? A shifting shadow of the man that he once had been?

Tilting his head back again, Bruce forced himself to meditate and focus his thoughts. He drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly through his nose as her face appeared in his mind once more. The raven-haired woman helped to ground him and give him strength despite having difficulty remembering much about her.

Diana…Diana was her name and he loved her with everything that he was and everything that he hoped to be for her. He felt his muscles begin to relax, his frustration and anger being channeled into something useful like strengthening his resolve to get out of here and return to her.

"I'm coming home, Diana," he whispered. "No matter what it takes…I'm coming back to you. Please…just wait for me."

He struggled to his feet again, wincing with the sharp pain that lanced through his side and stole his breath. He was beginning to worry that something more than just cracked ribs could be going on. He feared there could be some internal damage and bleeding. If that was the case, then things were far more dire than just losing his memories.

He made his way out of the cave, scanning the area to find a way to get out of this desolate ravine. He wasn't certain what other creatures could be living down here, but he knew that he didn't want to find out. He was anxious to find one of the gates to the Underworld. He had no idea how he would get through it when Hades himself couldn't find a way of escape, but he'd deal with that dilemma when he got there.

Batman began walking, pushing the pain that was threatening to slow him down deep into the recesses of his mind. He needed to remain in control of it instead of allowing it to control him. He had a feeling he'd dealt with far worse injuries than this…injuries that the elder man had cared for like a father would a son.

He couldn't help wondering what had happened to his own parents. Where were they? Why weren't they there with him? Countless questions continued to bombard his mind…questions that he had no answers for no matter how hard he tried to recall his past.

Did he have brothers and sisters that were looking for him? How did he even end up down here with no way out? Why was he dressed like a bat?

"Detective!"

Batman turned to find Ra's coming towards him, his arm still in the makeshift sling that he'd made for him. "Where have you been?" Batman demanded to know.

Ra's smirked at him. "Your concern for my wellbeing is quite touching," he replied.

"I just needed to know if you were dead so I could keep moving," Batman growled.

"I was scouting the area to see if there were any more dangers that awaited us," Ra's informed him.

Batman's white lenses narrowed at he studied the man before him, the hair on the back of his neck prickling with distrust. "Whatever," he snapped. "Let's keep moving. We're wasting time."

"I agree," Ra's said with a nod as they began to cross the expansive floor of the ravine. "The sooner we leave the sooner you can return to your son."

"Son?" Bruce questioned him.

"Damian," Ra's told him.

Batman scowled at him, not liking the feeling that Ra's was trying to manipulate him. It was best to keep conversation short and focused on escaping the Underworld—nothing more. "Were you able to learn anything about the Underworld from Hades?"

Ra's considered his question for a moment, keeping his broken arm tucked protectively against his torso as he narrowly avoided a hole in the ground that would've undoubtedly led to a broken ankle. "Do you mean as far as trying to find a way out?"

"Anything that could help us get out of here."

"I'm not certain, but I was hoping this might help," Ra's told him, pulling a worn book from inside of his robe.

Batman took the book to find it to be a very ancient looking text that outlined the magical forces that pervaded the Underworld…forces that could be manipulated for benefit. "What good is this going to do us?"

Ra's took the book back with a shrug, tucking it back into the pocket inside his robe. "You never know what we might run into down here, Detective," he replied. "It never hurts to be informed."

"Let's just focus on finding a way of escape," Batman bit out, wanting to keep the conversation to a minimum. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

"As you wish," Ra's said, casting a sidelong glance at the Dark Knight beside him as a new plan began to take shape in his own mind.

Gotham; September 18th, 01:03 EST

Harley Quinn entered the building that had been their hideout for the last several months, some of Joker's men following behind her with their latest catch. "Come along, boys," she called over her shoulder. "Mistah J is waiting, and you know he ain't very patient."

One of the gang members shoved their prey in the shoulder, causing him to stumble and nearly fall only to right himself at the last minute. "Wha…what are you going to do to me?" the man asked, his fear palpable as his eyes wide with fear darted about him in hopes of finding an escape.

"You'll see soon enough," Harley assured him.

"My boss will pay you plenty to get me back," he tried to tell her, twisting his wrists in an effort to break free from the ropes that kept him bound.

"He probably doesn't even know you're gone yet," one of the thugs growled at him.

"Just call him," the man told them. "He'll pay you whatever you want to free me. I'm pretty valuable to him."

"Well, right now, you're pretty valuable to Mistah J," Harley informed him.

"What does the Joker want with me?" he asked. "I'm nobody."

"I can't ruin the surprise," Harley stated as she led him into the large room and towards the psychotic clown that awaited him.

"Harls! You're just in time…and I see you brought me a present," Joker said as he rubbed his hands together.

"I brought you what you asked for, Mistah J," she revealed with glee. "He thinks that Penguin will pay quite a bit for his return."

"Bossworth! Why would you want to leave so soon?" Joker exclaimed in shock. "You just got here. Please, let me attempt to show you my very special brand of hospitality."

Bossworth stared warily at him, doing his best to keep his fear from showing. He knew that Joker could practically smell fear on someone, using it to his own advantage. "I think I'll pass," he retorted, suddenly finding a backbone. "Now, let me go and I won't tell Penguin that you kidnapped me."

Joker touched his lips with his forefinger as if contemplating the offer, his gaze looking off to the side in thought. "You know I don't think that sounds nearly as fun as what I have in store for you, my good fellow," he ultimately decided as his henchmen cut the ropes binding their captive's hands before pushing Bossworth into a chair that had been awaiting his arrival.

Bossworth fell backwards into the chair, his hands automatically gripping the arms of the chair. He jerked his head back as the Joker lunged at him, the clown's hands covering Bossworth's as he leaned in close, their noses almost touching.

"What do you want with me?" Bossworth asked, finding the courage that he didn't think he had.

"You're going to help me with a little experiment that Harls and I have been working on for the last few months," Joker revealed with a grin that made Bossworth's skin crawl.

"Wha…what kind of experiment?"

"You see I had an epiphany a few months ago…one that led to the most ingenious plan that I could've ever come up with if I do say so myself," he revealed, straightening up once more. "All it required was finding the most brilliant minds in science, force them into doing my bidding, and voila! I get my miracle drug."

"Miracle drug?" Bossworth repeated, incredulity gracing his face. "What kind of miracle drug is it?"

"You asked the right question at exactly the right time," Joker praised him, clasping his hands before him with obvious glee. "It allows me to recondition the mind and make it into whatever I want."

"Like reprogramming?"

"Exactly!" Joker exclaimed as he closed the distance between them once more. "I can make you into whatever I want to make you…force you do whatever I want you to do and no one will be the wiser."

"You…you really…can?"

"Well, not exactly yet, but we're getting close which is why you're here," he explained.

Bossworth shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide with fear as realization washed over him. "You…you can't…you can't…be serious," he stuttered.

"Oh, but I am, my good man," Joker assured him as he grasped him by the chin. "You are going to be my new guinea pig."

"No…no way!" Bossworth adamantly declared as he attempted to get up out of the chair only to be shoved back into place with the butt of Harley's bat against his chest. "Penguin will be furious if you do anything to me. I'm valuable to him. I can be valuable to you too if you let me go. Besides, you experiment on me and you'll be bringing Penguin's wrath down on you."

"But yet that's exactly what I'm going to do," Joker informed him. "I need to perfect my miracle mind drug. You see I have very big plans for it starting with several Gotham officials and ultimately ending with Batwoman."

"You're going after Batman's woman?" he uttered with a gasp of shock. "You're nuts for going after her. Bats will go crazy if you try to take her."

Joker leaned in close, his nose almost touching his captive's. His red lips spread wide across his face into a wicked grin that sent shivers up Bossworth's spine. "That's what I'm hoping for," he replied with a bone-chilling cackle that echoed throughout the warehouse.

A/N: WHOA! So much going on here and it's only just beginning. :)

UP NEXT: Nightwing and Robin meet up with an informant, Wally plays Mr. Mom, and Diana and gang run into their first obstacle in the Underworld.