"Come on, let's do something tonight," Bart begged Garfield.

"Butt off," was Garfield's uncharacteristic response.

"So that's it? You're just going to sit around and mope about Raven?"

"I'm not moping," Garfield replied defensively, "and what do you mean 'Raven'?"

Bart gave him a withering look. "Dude, seriously?"

Embarrassment washed over Garfield. "Does everyone know?"

"Yes."

"Do you think…Raven knows?"

"She'd have to be blind, stupid, and dead not to know. You are so obvious. It's actually been quite painful, watching you follow her around like a dog…which you literally did several times. She has the patience of a saint."

Garfield's shoulders slumped. "What does Tim have that I don't?" he muttered under his breath.

"Besides being a rich, good-looking genius? I have no clue," Bart answered dryly.

"Hey!" Garfield protested. "I'm rich! Well, my stepdad is rich! And…I just signed on to be a series regular…for at least season 2."

"Sweet. Hey, I know! Let's hit up San Diego or something. Get out of dreary, cold, Rhode Island."

"I can't. Some big time exec or something is coming to the studio for a tour. I have to be there in an hour."

"Want me to run you there?"

"I'll use the Zeta-tube."

"Dude, I'm bored," Bart threw himself on the couch. "Hey," Bart sat up. "Why don't I come with you? There's gotta be at least one desperate hottie who works on set. What about the chick who plays your love interest?"

"Amanda?" Garfield made a face of disgust. "Eww. No! She is a di-va. And not the talented kind—she's awful. Never knows her lines, always late to the set. And I mean, always. We have no chemistry."

"Really? It seems like you two have tons of chemistry–always making goo-goo eyes at each other every time you share the screen."

"Puh-lease," Garfield rolled his eyes.

"She's an outspoken supporter of meta-human rights."

"On my first day, she attempted to have me fired. She was actively against me being hired. But her daddy is the president or something," Garfield huffed as he stood to his feet. "Hmm," he tapped his chin, "she has a fraternal twin sister—actually she's more like a personal assistant or…slave. Anyway…the sister is adorable. Quiet and shy, but very nice. You two may hit it off."

"Hook a speedster up," Bart said as they entered the Zeta tube.

"Just…don't embarrass me. My cast mates already don't take me seriously."

"Probably because of all the jokes you crack."

"I am funny!"

"Whatever makes you feel better, buddy."

Raven stared at her reflection in the floor-length mirror. She barely recognized herself, as she'd never worn anything so luxurious in her life. Raven rubbed her hands over the fabric. She wore a deep, midnight-blue gown made of flowing velvet with long sleeves and an off-the-shoulder neckline, showing a hint of collarbone. The dress hugged her figure at the bodice and flowed elegantly to the floor, creating an illusion of movement with every step. There was a hidden slit on the right side that went up to her knee. Intricate, silver embroidery enhanced the dark dress along the neckline, creating a subtle, soft effect. A simple silver necklace and bracelet, picked by Alfred, completed the look. (She had to forego her signature rings.) Stephanie had done her makeup, giving her a dark eyeliner and "a muted lip color and lip stain so your makeup won't be ruined should you choose to make out with someone. It is Valentine's Day after all," Stephanie had added as a hairstylist did Raven's hair in a loose updo.

Staring at herself in wonder, Raven heard the knock. "Come in," she called out. Stephanie opened the door wearing a fitted red, cocktail dress that stopped just above her knees. She wore gold-heeled sandals that laced up her calves, and her blonde hair was in voluminous loose curls. "All I'm missing is a pair of wings and a bow-and-arrow," Stephanie posed. "What do you think?"

"You look gorgeous," Raven answered truthfully.

"But not as gorgeous as you," Stephanie strode into the room, looking Raven up and down. "I like the elegant gothic vibe you have going on." Raven gave her a small, grateful smile. "Tim will be floored," Stephanie added. The smile left Raven's face. "You know he likes you, right?"

"Well," Raven walked over to the desk where dossiers on victims were. "He shouldn't."

"You're going to have to give him a better reason than that," Stephanie said. "If you don't like him, just tell him. He'll respect your decision and back off." Raven bit one side of her lip. "Unless…" Stephanie said slowly, "you do like him."

Raven looked up at Stephanie, Batgirl, and said, "All these victims committed crimes...and they're all extremely rich." We're talking exorbitant amounts of money. They could buy small countries."

"Yep," Stephanie agreed while smirking at the obvious subject change. "But Bruce couldn't care less about the money." She stopped and thought. "He cares a little about the money. However, he is primarily concerned with the mental state in which each victim/perpetrator was left."

Raven continued reading. Ted Kord, CEO of Kord Industries—resigned abruptly after disappearing for over a week. Nearly emptied his bank account. Found dazed, emotionless, with no memory. Pockets full of cocaine.

Mayor Bloom—grandson of late CEO Daniel Bloom, calm and pleasant until an angry outburst at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. Attacked his PA, slapped his publicist, and went on a rampage. Broke car windshields, robbed a jewelry store, wounded six cops, and later had no memory of the events

India, a wealthy heiress—destroyed clothes in her mother's shop, drove recklessly, attempted to steal a blue diamond. Later became catatonic with no memory.

There were half a dozen more. "Yeah, definitely a supernatural force at work," Raven said as she skimmed the rest. "Anything other than wealth connecting the victims?"

"Yep, before each mental break, there had a been a gala or charity event the night before. Same clientele, same catering company."

"What a coincidence," Raven stated dryly.

"Bruce thought so, too."

"But…why am I attending as a guest?" Raven questioned. "I could have blended in as a server and still had access to the guests."

"This was faster," Stephanie shrugged. "Anyway, ready?"

"Yep."

Raven and Stephanie exited the room and came face-to-face with Richard and Cassandra. "Hey, Dick," Stephanie greeted. "You two look adorable in your matching outfits," she pointed out the simple black dress Cassandra was wearing, matching with Richard's black button down. Cassandra gave a slow blink. While Richard answered. "Funny. Anyway, I was just coming to get—whoa, Raven!" he exclaimed, staring at her up and down. Raven felt her face heat. "You look gorgeous! I am so glad we didn't listen to Tim and go with that purple disaster."

"Richard," Raven frowned, "Tim and Alfred picked this dress. You wanted me to wear that 'purple disaster'."

"Semantics," he shrugged in reply. "Raven, you are about to have access to a world many wish they could have access to. Gotham's top 5%, families that come from old money." He linked arms with Raven, shoving Stephanie to the side. "Think you can survive?"

"I'll manage," Raven said.

"Good answer. All right, prepare to enter the lion's den."