The team arrived at the charity ball and were shocked at what they saw. Everyone who was still conscious looked like animals. There was blood everywhere.
"Oh my goodness…" M'gann barely spoke.
"Ms. Martian, we need to focus. Kid Flash, find Artemis and Robin." Aqualad ordered. Kid Flash took off in search of the two missing teammates. Superboy, Kaldur and Ms. Martian ran into the building and began trying to break up the fights. This wasn't going to be easy.
Kid Flash found Artemis hiding in the alley behind the building.
"There you are! Is the team here?" She asked, sounding overwhelmed.
"Yeah, but we don't know what to do. This is too crazy. They're like wild animals!" Wally responded. "Where's Robin?"
"Haven't seen him. We could really use some of his knock out gas." Artemis said.
"Robin called me on someone else's phone, so I can't call him. Batman's infected. Hopefully Robin's already working on an antidote." Kid Flash explained.
"Well we need to get in there and help. Something needs to be done." Artemis said. Kid Flash agreed and they both ran into the building, joining their teammates.
Batman was almost back at the charity ball. He weaved in and out of traffic in his batmobile. He had several syringes filled with the antidote ready to inject the people. He was so angry about everything. How could he be so stupid? He shouldn't have drank the champagne. Why would Rebecca want to drug everyone there? The money. She must've stolen it. $250,000. God, that made Bruce angry. He gripped his steering wheel and gritted his teeth. Hopefully the antidote would kick in soon.
"Batman's here!" Aqualad shouted through the comm. Batman marched by him and pulled out two syringes, one in each hand, and began injecting people with a blue liquid that Aqualad assumed was the antidote. "He's got it! He's got the antidote!"
"It's about time!" Superboy yelled.
Kid Flash ran over to Batman. "Where's Robin?"
Batman didn't respond. He was starting to feel less angry, so he ignored Kid Flash instead of attacking him. He just focused on the antidote. Batman found Commissioner Gordon near the dessert table with someone in a headlock and stuck a syringe into his arm. The antidote apparently took time to kick in, so when he was done, he left everyone to finish fighting. Batman was exhausted. "Aqualad, get your team to keep everyone in the building until everyone's settled down. No one comes or leaves." He ordered. Aqualad shook his head and told his team to do what Batman had ordered.
Bruce was exhausted. He needed to get back to the manor and rest. He could barely keep his eyes open. He got into the batmobile and left the team to finish what Rebecca started. He would have to worry about her later.
Bruce barely made it home without falling asleep behind the wheel. The antidote must make you exhausted beyond belief. Sleep sounded so good right about now. Maybe he could get Alfred to make him some tea…
Alfred. Oh god. Bruce ran down to the batcave and into the medical room. When he got there, he saw Alfred on his feet walking briskly back and forth.
"Alfred-" Bruce ran at him while taking off his cowl, looking at his butler's head, noticing the single bruise above his eye.
"Master Bruce, I trust you finished the antidote. If not, then you need to leave." Alfred demanded, pulling a gun out of his pocket and aiming it at Bruce. Bruce put his hands up and backed up a bit.
"Alfred, I'm cured, I swear. Are you alright? Where's Dick?" He asked frantically. Then Bruce remembered. He remembered attacking Dick. Twice. He looked around and noticed Dick laying on a bed on the other side of the room, unconscious and hooked to IV's and machines.
"Alfred, put the gun down. I'm fine, I swear." He looked Alfred in the eyes. The anger that Alfred saw earlier that night was gone. He slowly lowered the gun, but didn't take his eyes off of Bruce.
"Master Dick is severely injured. He needs surgery for internal bleeding and I don't have the equipment necessary at the moment." Alfred explained. Bruce ran past Alfred and over to Dick. Oh god, what did he do? Dick's face was covered in cuts and bruises, his neck had a large hand print around it, and his breathing was labored.
"I need to get him to the mountain. Help me get him to the zeta beam!" Bruce ordered. Alfred and Bruce began unhooking Dick from his IVs so Bruce could carry him through the zeta beam. Once they were done, Dick could hardly breathe. Bruce put his cowl back on, scooped Dick up in his arms, and ran for the zeta beam faster than The Flash could have. They were both gone in seconds.