Matt puts Maia on her bed and goes into the living room to question Orla. She was eyeing his dad's merchandise. Looking at her fiercely, he tells her not to touch anything! She giggles at him and touches one of his dad's vases.

*Sigh*…she doesn't listen...! Try not to let her mess up your mind. Go and do this for Maia. Do it for her and pray that she's not dead. She can't die...not yet.

He was dressed casually in a dark blue sweater and brown Levi jeans while walking around barefooted. He left the Robin mask that he wears as part of his costume on. Though he didn't want his identity to be revealed to the world, he felt like he couldn't trust Orla with this secret. But, if you had to picture what the son of Batman looked like, he'd looked like a mix of Jared Leto and John Mayer. But, with blue eyes. He sits on the table in front of her and questions her about the dock incident. She looks him in the eye and laughs to herself. Sighing to himself, Matthew was losing his temper and patience with Orla. He knew who Orla was due to the multiple encounters that their fathers had battled with each other. Matthew had kind of expected Orla to follow the path of evil, for her parents are BOTH nuts! Looking at her, Matthew was thinking to himself about what was she was thinking. She was smiling at him and reaching for his hand. Hesitating at first then finally giving her his hand, he sighs. Wondering about what he was thinking, Orla tried to take off Matt's mask. Grabbing her arm, he gives her a stern look, meaning not to do that. He asks her again to answer him about the docks. She finally gives in and tells him. She was trying to hi-jack a boat from the docks to gather up as many villains as she can to bring back to her father. He shutters at the thought of her father.

The Joker...the deadly man who killed my father...! My father and my grandparents...! So, why did he want a league of supervillains for...? He was the baddest ass in all of Gotham. Was he looking for more henchmen...? He has so many though...! Dammit, Joker! Why?! Damn you, why?!

"Why does your dad want more henchmen for?"

"He wants to plan a massive attack on all of Gotham. He wants to use deadly gas bombs to drop all over Gotham and kill its' citizens by plane. He wants me to gather up the baddest villains that I could find all over the world since your little daddy killed most of them last week-"

"Whoa. Back up. Repeat that. Last week?"

"Yeah...your DAD was at Daddy's lair last week and killed off most of his henchmen!"

Matt's eyes widen and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He was hyperventilating in his thoughts. He couldn't take the image of his father still being alive out of his mind. Bruce Wayne. Batman. Gotham's Bat-like God. He was still alive. Matthew knew he should be excited that his father was alive still, but instead he was extremely pissed off. How was his dad still alive and he didn't know it?! He stood up fast and started to punch the wall as he had tears in his eyes. He takes off his mask and wipes the tears away without Orla looking at him. Maybe she was lying about his dad being alive. But she wasn't stupid. He storms over to Orla and demands her to tell him everything about his father. For as long as he could remember, their fathers battled the most intense battle when he was eleven years old, leaving Matt's father shot on the chest and abs by the Joker and he fell off the roof of Wayne Manor. His body landing in the middle of the docks. He and Orla both saw the death of Batman for themselves. Smirking to himself, Matt should of known that his father would wear some sort of bulletproof suit. He felt stupid. Why would his dad keep something big like this a secret from him...his own son?! His heart was filling more and more of hatred for him.

Damn...damn...why?! Mom went back to jail because of you! Why would you keep a big secret like that from us?! Fuck!

"Orla...tell me everything about my father! Now! Or else..."

"Damn, Tarzan. What's with the brutality?"

"No time for your damn jokes, Orla! Give me answers!"

"I pretty much told you everything, puddin'."

He sighs. She looks at him.

"What are you staring at, Orla?"

"Nice face, Matt Wayne."

"What?"

"I said nice face..."

He felt his face and quickly remembers his mask in his pocket. He groans. His plan was falling apart quickly. Orla got up from the couch and touched Matthew's chest. She told him that his dad was a jerk for hiding from him and the mansion like that. He lets her hug him and couldn't help but to cry on her shoulder as he holds on to her. He pulls her body closer to his, leans in and kisses her. She had her eyes wide open but slowly closes them and wraps her arms around his neck. Rocking back and forth, they kept kissing before falling upon the couch and their kissing was turned into making out, but Matthew hoped that it didn't turn into sex. Maia finally awakens, walking steadily to the living room, and she sees the two of them on the couch and loudly whistles at them. Quickly getting off Orla, Matthew tells Maia about what happened and plans to take down The Joker once and for all. He leaves out the part of his dad being alive. He didn't want to shock her too much. He insists to take Orla back to her father and Maia to stay here to be lookout on the monitor. Maia growls at them but finally gives in to her friend's command. Looking at the both of them, Orla was giggling to herself. Looking at each other, they thought that this was a bad idea, but they were known for getting themselves into sticky situations like this. What is there to lose, anyway...?