Sparrow, Swan, and Lark had been working out as Penguin had been in his locked office. Counting his new collection of gold, and looking for the guns for the buyer. The man tried to be one of his word, so he was seeking out military tech or guns of the same quality if modified for the customer.
Chickadee had been checking out the phone she had been given, pointing out of all of the futures. Including a number of songs, including what must have been some 80's hair metal one hit wonder called 'Cold Slither'. She revealed this as she plugged the phone into a speaker dock to play that song and others as they worked out.
"Hey, Chick, can you download that song? Might want to listen to that later." said Lark, as her fellow henchwomen agreed. Chick used the phone to download the song... not knowing it also downloaded other programs, like one placing subliminals programming into all uses of the audio. As well as the other hypnotics on the phone. Like a virus.
"Maybe next time we have a beer with our fellow bad girls, we can play this song. See what other female criminals think of this?" said Swan as the other agreed.
The girls began to sing as they played for the third time, "We're Cold Slither, you'll be joining us soon. A band of vipers playing a tune..."
In the Clocktower....
"Don't tell us what's right, don't tell us what's wrong. Too late to resist cause Cobra is strong!" Barbara sang as she was bombarded by the music video she had downloaded when she was tracking down a faint rogue cellur signal.
She had figured the signal had either been some criminals selling cheap signal or her personal archenemy the Calculator. The Calculator had created the Undernet, the criminal version of the Internet, so a phantom cell was possible. However, when bring up the system her computer started to bring up a music video of some idiots in a hair band singing a song.
There was some bright lights flashing quickly in the beginning, which was annoying, but afterwards she was getting into it. She was loving the song as she sang along. She was even loving the video, if only for comedy. So she was placing it in the background as she worked some of her other cases... not noticing she was helping to cover up the hidden rogue cell system.
She watch the video a couple of time, the listen to the song when it came up on her shuffle. Not knowing the song had brought it program to her other audio and video files.
In Wayne Mansion...
"When the Venom stings, a new order brings, our conttrol." said Alfred as he listened to the music as he finished his cleaning. He didn't see why Master Bruce didn't like the song. Sure, it wasn't the best music, even if it was a catchy tune for what it was. Good for a few listens. Even as Alfred had shifted to his normal classical music.
'When Master Bruce had come home complaining of Ms. Cisarovna's music and more importantly cheerfulness... I asked Lucius about it. Mr. Fox said it wasn't too major a problem, just a woman enjoying herself as she worked. He said even the song wasn't as bad as most metal songs.' he thought to himself, listening to the music now infected by a certain program.
'Lucius even had her give me a digital copy of the song to listen to it.' Alfred thoughts then turned to the woman. He had seen the file of woman, including her pictures. She was smart, beautiful, and from what he had been told, charming. Which made him think, 'You know... she would make a good match for Master Bruce. She could bring some sunshine in his life if he lets her. Given what the office gossip is, she might be strong enough to face down the Batman.'
Alfred began to think of the various balls and galas which the Wayne Foundation Charities could have. Letting Ms. Cisarovna act as his date, would let him avoid needing dates as a smokescreen for his other life. And she could be expected to be there... Ideas of matchmaking like that were dancing in his head. Just like the Baroness wanted when she sent Alfred his unique version of Cold Slither. One which would encode a matchmaking program, which could be easily deleted or added if needed.