Bruce arrived at the manor and parked his Jaguar in the garage, along with his many expensive cars. He jumped out of the car, slammed the door shut, and marched inside. He needed to get to the cave and run a blood test to see what he was drugged with. He should have seen this coming, but why would she want to drug him? What could she possibly gain by doing this? He didn't know, but his curiosity was just making him angrier.

"Master Bruce, what are you doing home so early?" Alfred approached him as he darted through the massive living room and over to the grandfather clock that leads to the batcave. "Master Bruce, are you alright?"

Bruce turned and grabbed his faithful butler by the collar on his uniform. "QUIT CALLING ME MASTER!" He screamed in Alfred's face. Alfred was frightened by Bruce's sudden outburst. "I got distracted and some woman drugged me. Now go set up the medical room!" Bruce screamed. He let go of Alfred's collar and Alfred immediately went down to the batcave to do as Bruce demanded. He was slightly shaken by Bruce's violence, but if he was drugged, then he needed to focus on helping him.

The charity ball was a disaster. A huge brawl broke out between the adults. Nothing in particular happened, everyone just started hitting each other. Both men and women were beating each other senseless. Even Commissioner Gordon was in a fist fight with a waiter.

After Dick's encounter with Bruce, Dick went back inside to find Barbara. By the time he got to the ball room, everyone was already drugged. Dick immediately began scanning the hectic crowd for Barbara. As he was trying to find her, some random guest approached Dick and punched him in the chest. He stumbled back and ran away. He had to find Barbara before she got hurt. He dodged trays and food and even chairs flying through the air and took cover under one of the dessert tables. Once he was under there he heard Barbara's voice next to him.

"Dick! What's going on here?! We need to get my dad and leave!" She shouted over the noise. "Oh my god, what happened to your throat?!"

"Don't worry about it." Dick answered in a raspy voice. "When I count to three, you and I need to make a run for it. Get to the kitchen and slip out through the side entrance. It's closest. Got it?" Barbara shook her head. "What about my dad?" She shouted.

"Everyone's drugged. There's nothing we can do until Br-Batman shows up. I'm sure he's already on his way." Dick answered. He opened up the table cloth and peeked toward the kitchen. He mapped out a path to take that would hopefully keep them clear from the adults. Dick grabbed Barbara's wrist so he wouldn't lose her in the crowd.

"Alright, ready? One, two, THREE!" They both darted out from under the table and headed for the kitchen door. They reached the kitchen door and entered. Right as it closed, a waiter came out from behind it and grabbed Dick. The waiter pushed Dick to the ground and landed on top of him. He began punching Dick in the face repeatedly. Barbara began trying to pull the waiter off of Dick, but he was too heavy. She then looked around and spotted a large frying pan and grabbed it. With one strong swing, she hit the waiter over the head with it and knocked him out cold.

"Come on!" She yelled as she grabbed Dick's wrist and dragged him toward the exit. He managed to get back on his feet and they finally made it. "Are you okay?" Barbara yelled, panicking.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. We need to get home." Dick said. He spit out some blood on the sidewalk and tried to catch his breath. They could hear the faint sound of police sirens. "The police won't be able to contain everyone, there's too many people."

"Then what are we going to do? My dad's in there! Isn't Bruce in there, too?" Barbara asked.

"Bruce went home. He attacked me before he left. We need to get Batman." Dick answered, looking around at the rooftops. He hoped Bruce was coming up with some kind of antidote with Alfred and would be here soon. The people could be beating each other to death. No, Bruce wouldn't have an antidote for a few hours or so. Waiting for Batman was pointless. Dick searched for his phone in his pocket but couldn't find it.

"I need your phone." Dick demanded. "Mine's gone." Barbara got her phone from her bag and handed it to Dick.

"Who are you calling?" Barbara asked.

"Help." Dick vaguely answered. He dialed a number and hoped the person he was calling would answer.