Between the late hours he had kept the night before, and the fact that his body was still recovering from the events of the night before that, Terry had slept well past noon. Luckily, it was a Saturday, and nobody was expecting anything of him any earlier than that. After getting out of the shower and having a lunchtime breakfast, he took out his phone and stared at the newest number he had typed into it. He wasn't nearly the detective Bruce was, but he still thought the whole thing smelled fishy. Still, he knew at least one trick about being the Batman; keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and that intimate motorcycle ride kept Deidre pretty close.

Terry hit enter and waited. After a couple rings, he heard Deidre's voice on the other end. "Hello?"

"Deidre? It's me."

'You know, for a bat, you're kind of an early bird. I wasn't expecting to hear from you for a few hours, at least." Her voice had a gentle teasing, singsongy quality to it that prevented Terry from ever knowing if she was genuine or not. "So what's the plan, Batman? Picnic in the park? Dinner in the city? Moonlight stroll on the beach? Don't leave a girl wondering."

Despite her cavalier attitude, Terry was still all business. "Meet me on the corner of Devin and Dixon in an hour."

Deidre paused. "But that's the police station."

"Exactly. That way, if it's a trap, I don't have to take you very far to lock you up."

"Mmm, I don't let you use the handcuffs until at least the second date. I'm old-fashioned like that." she cooed.

Terry was taken aback by her candor, but didn't let her know. "I mean it. No tricks."

"Cross my heart and hope to die. See you soon!" She made a kissing sound and hung up.

Terry sped over to the Batcave to confer with Bruce and check on the status of the Batsuit. He was reasonably sure Dee Dee hadn't sabotaged it, but maybe Bruce had found evidence to the contrary. As he parked his motorcycle, he could see his suit hanging up alongside all the others, and Bruce was already enveloped in some other project at the workbench. "The suit came up clean." he remarked without looking up. "Aside from the lipstick, anyway. No idea what the gag was."

"It wasn't quite a joke; more an invitation."

"Invitation to what?"

"...A date."

Bruce turned to Terry and stared. "You're joking. They want a date?"

"Not they; just Deidre." Terry shrugged. "I'm meeting her in front of the police station in a couple hours."

"Because dating a supervillain worked so well for you with Ten." Bruce growled dryly.

"Hey, this is strictly Batman business. Even if she has the hots for me, I still have to keep an eye on her."

"That's the same excuse I gave to myself and Dick when it came to Selina. Sounds even flimsier coming from you. What does Dana think about all this?"

"She dumped me first thing yesterday morning. Just one more perk of the night job."

"So that's it. You think that since Deidre knows you're Batman, it'll go smoother somehow? Trust me, that doesn't make it any easier."

"I'm telling you, Bruce, it's not like that. Why do you think I'm here for the Batsuit? It's not because we're going to a costume party together."

Bruce relented. "Just be careful out there. I don't want to have to call the JLU up just because your love life is out of control."

Terry grimaced. "And have Warhawk lord that over me? I'd rather die, thanks." He took the Batsuit out of the case and folded it up, tucking it into his backpack.

"I'll hold you to that." Bruce called after Terry as he started his motorcycle back up and drove off into the city.

Despite his detour out to Wayne Manor, Terry still showed up at the meeting place several minutes early. Deidre was already waiting for him, leaning against a lamppost and blowing a impressively-sized gum bubble. Unlike Terry, who was wearing the exact same outfit he always wore, Deidre had clearly put thought into looking good for their date. She was wearing a bright blue and yellow ringer t-shirt and a short floral skirt with yellow and blue flowers. As she saw Terry approaching, she waved to him and popped the bubble.

"Heya, hero!" she crooned as he approached, her breath fragrant with the smell of artificial grape flavoring from the bubblegum. "I was hoping you'd show up soon; hanging out in front of the cop shop isn't exactly my idea of a good time." She blew another bubble.

Though he had no intention of admitting it to the supervillainess, Terry was surprised to see her so casual and confident. His certainty that this whole thing was a trap was eroding by the minute, which led to an even worse realization: that he might really be on a date with her. "If I turn around right now, I'm not going to get kicked in the face by your sister again, am I?" he said with a stony expression on his face.

Deidre popped the bubble. "Actually, I was the one who snuck up behind you last time. It seemed like a good excuse to check out your ass." she said with a coy grin. "Come on, let's get going. I promise nothing bad's gonna happen to you."

Terry was torn. If she was telling the truth, then there was no point in humoring her any further with the ludicrous date idea. If she was lying, then leaving the area near the police station significantly weakened his strategic options. And, of course, if she was doing one, but he counted on her doing the other, then who knows what the outcome would be? "Where did you have in mind?" he asked cautiously.

She shrugged emphatically, arms raised high above her head. "I dunno! Who cares!?" She rotated in a circle, gesturing to her surroundings with her outstretched arms. "It's a Saturday in Gotham!" She ceased twirling and looked Terry in the eyes with a euphoric grin on her face. "Let's do whatever!"

Terry decided to just go with it. "I know of a good burger place nearby. Hungry?"

Deidre spit her gum into a nearby trash can. "Ravenous." She hopped onto the back of his motorcycle, waiting for him to take his place in front of her. Once he did, she wrapped her arms tightly around him again, and they took off down the road.