The second he arrived back to the mansion, Alfred and himself went straight to the batcave to try and figure out what he had just seen. Bruce knew he wouldn't be able to search this new villian in the computer, he didn't know her name, or ever most of her physical apperance. Instead he searched for Edward Nigma, to find his wherebeauts. According to the computer Nigma had just recently escaped Arkham with the help of Harley Quinn and The Joker. This might explain the new villianess, she seemed Quinn like. Maybe Quinn had changed herself a bit to perhaps keep things fresh for her 'puddin' and now the two had teamed up with Nigma. The theory made sense, but he wasn't about to settle on that one answer, it just didn't seem to fit well enough.
Once he had grown tiresome of trying to decefier who this new villian was, Bruce removed the note from Nigma and began to analyze that. The riddle wasn't up to his usual level of intelligance, and he figured it out soon enough, the answer was love. That answer had confused nearly as much as the new curly haired female. How was this riddle supposed to get him any where? He looked over the note again, and noticed something else. On the back something had been written, but erased. He quickly drew a pencil from the drawers and began drawing over it to get the word. It wasn't a word, it turned out it was a math problem. K=11, 1+1=2. Now that was more like it. Once doing the math, L=12 1+2=3, O=15 1+5=6, V=21 2+1=3, E=5. Bruce assume they were giving a street adress which he guess was 3635 Love St/Ave/Blvd/etc. and it turns out there was such a place. 3635 Cameron Blvd. was gentleman's club, and Cameron Blvd. got the nickname Love Blvd. because of the club.
He had called his old friend, the original Robin, and current Nightwing, Dick Grayson to come join him for tonight. Normally he would have had Tim help him but Tim was far to young. Plus, Dick just had the sense of humour for these kind of things. Normally Bruce went on the first mission by himself, because the first mission was always just scoping the area, and figuring out what was going on, not as Batman, but he felt that it would ruin his reputation as a wholesome, playboy, business man, so instead he was bringing Dick as a gag for his supposed 22nd birthday.
Bruce had never been to a gentleman's club, but he knew what to expect. The only problem was, how does one dress when attending on of these clubs. After searching through his closet, he decided on the same thing he wore for every semi formal event he'd ever been to in his entire life, a brown suit. After dressing he went into the living room, where Dick and Tim were busy talking about something. Tim chuckled quietly to himself, while Dick bluntly said, "What exactly are you wearing." and both the boys began to laugh. Bruce looked at Dick, who was dressed casual. Mentally scolding himself, Bruce grunted, "Let's go, now." Alfred was staying home, since Tim sometimes had those moments where he tried to join Bruce when he wasn't supposed too, so Alfred would watch over him.
Arriving at the club was simple enough. The place was light on security, at least from first glance, the more he looked the more guards he noticed. Dick seemed to have noticed as well, "That's odd. The security is always pretty low key when I've come here before." Bruce decided to ignore the fact that Dick just said he's been here before, and began to walk inside. The guards didn't look like anything he couldn't handle. It seemed they had arrived with impeccable timing. Everything was in motion, and as they planned earlier, Dick went to go talk to the girls, and the regulars. While Bruce was to stay by the bar, and just keep an eye on everything.
So far all Bruce seemed to have observed was he didn't want to be here much longer, and hoped he would find what he was looking for. So The Joker, Harley Quinn, The Jane Doe Villain, or Edward Nigma ought to show up soon. He assumed that they would try and hide their identity, so The Joker wasn't going to be here, he was never really one to douwn a costume, not when he could have Quinn do it for him. The odds of Quinn being here though, were slim. She sure as hell wouldn't be in the crowd, because she wouldn't want people to think she wasn't faithful to her puddin, nor would she be on the stage. Quinn may be a psychopath, who's in love with an even more disturbing psychopath, but she still had respect for herself to slap Joker across the face if he asked her. So It was between The Jane Doe, and Nigma, and since both incidents with the two happened so close in time together, he was willing to bet they were both here.
This seemed to be something new, considering the look on Dick's face. Since he had been here before, he must know the routine well enough, and apparently this whole, girls get off the stage, and curtains close, wasn't about of the routine at least not this early in the night. Men started booing, drunken men. And you never want to anger drunken men. Soon though music started playing, music that roused the men in a positive way. The bartender shouted to the entire club that this was the man who owned the club, and special guest. The curtains flew away, and in the middle of the stage, there was a large arm chair, like a throne. It turned around, and there they were. Nigma, and the Jane Doe. This made no sense, both villains had extreme intelligence, yet Nigma owned a gentleman's club, which Bruce would have thought was for people lacking in the brain department would go, and here was his Jane Doe about to strip for the club.
He spoke to soon. The lights flickered, as did the music, Bruce paid even closer attention, as did Dick as Bruce saw his head perk up a little. everyone else thought this was a part of the show, but Bruce could only help but think otherwise. Soon the light was gone completely, making it impossible to see anything. Standing up in his chair, he hoped Dick would do the same of his own accord, and Bruce went straight for where he remembered the door to be. He bumped into multiple people who were just as confused as he was. And just as he was about to reach what he guess was the door, a gas that he had several experiences with was released in to the air. And he knocked out to the sound of the Jane Doe laughing.
Author's Note: Sorry, I haven't really posted anything here for awhile. This isn't quite as long as I want, but it should hopefully do. Please review!