All the people currently present at Wayne Manor had gone down to the Bat-Cave. Alfred was instructing Fire, Ice and Cheetah on how to properly clean up the cave, occasionally hitting them on the bottom with his paddle when they weren't doing an appropriate work. The three women were wearing conventional non-kinky maid outfits.

"Oooh! This is disgusting!" Fire complained as the trio was cleaning the garage where Bruce kept his old and spare cars. "Why do those stupid bats have to poop so- Ouch!" she cried out as Alfred hit her poor rump.

"Less chatter, more lather," he chastised the Brazilian woman. She looking up at him with pleading eyes while rubbing her stinging bottom, but his stern expression didn't falter. Ice started giggling behind his back at her friend's misfortune, which prompted Alfred to paddle her butt.

"Watch your manners!" he scolded.

"Sorry," Tora apologized looking just as miserable as Beatriz.

Cheetah kept her mouth shut. Though it wasn't because she was dreading Alfred's trusty paddle, but because she was still feeling giddy after her little romp with Damien. Her fur was glowing and her lips were spread in a large blissful smile. Who knew a thirteen year old teenager could be such a good lay.

Although it had taken her a lot of persuasion before Robin started to respond in kind, it was worth the effort to have him hump her like his life depended on it. She had been surprised by how many times he had been able to make her cum. No wonder Diana and the Bat's other bitches had screamed so loudly and lewdly. All that training in Martial Arts really had some nice perks.

In another section of the cave, Batman was standing in front of the computer, facing Damien, Diana, Pamela, Selina and Zatanna who were all waiting for his instruction.

"Damien, I thought you were told to go with Black Bat to fight the Royal Flush Gang," Batman commented dryly.

"I've been abused all day long by one crazy woman," he argued, looking angrily in Cheetah's direction. His scold turned into a blush however when Cheetah smiled back at him with a predatory grin. "I'm not letting another one getting her paws on me," he uttered, as he tried to regain his composure. "Besides you will need someone to deal with Joker's goons while you're taking care of the clown."

Batman glared at his son, but still he relented. "Fine! You can come with me and Catwoman," Bruce replied.

"You want me to come with you?" Selina asked. She wasn't the only one confused. "I thought I was supposed to keep a low profile."

"You should. Sometimes however there is a smarter move. If you accompany me to fight the Joker, the police will automatically assume that you're off the hook for the murder of Holly's assassins and concentrate their efforts on other suspects," Batman explained.

Although his argument satisfied everyone, Selina couldn't help but feel sad at the mention of her fallen friend. Diana and Pamela both put a hand on each of her shoulders for comfort as Selina looked down to the floor. Bruce lifted her head by the chin and cast her a tender look before resuming the conversation.

"Zatanna, Grundy has been apprehended again. Make sure Dr Fate seals him away. Help him out if need be. Then I want you to check out on Jason Blood. See that he gets this message," he ordered handing her over a letter.

"Aye aye, Master, you can count on me," she agreed with a salute and a grin

"Diana, go back to the Watchtower. I need a complete report on the situation up there. I also want you to do two things. One, invite your sister Donna over to the manor. I'm sure Dick will appreciate the surprise," he added with a wink to which she responded with a wicked smirk. "Two, seduce Supergirl. Make sure Kara will want to come over for dinner to see her Uncle Bruce and Aunt Diana. It should be easy for you, since you've been her first instructor."

"Of course, My Lord," she complied, looking at him with adoring eyes.

He smiled at first at her enthusiasm, but then he frowned as he remembered the war they were waging against Lex Luthor and Ra's al Ghul. "Be careful if you have to go on a mission. I feel like Lex and Ra's have something big planned for us. I'll join you as soon as I'm done here," he promised.

Diana however noticed the concern in his voice. "Don't worry, Bruce. I'll be careful," she reassured him, as she took his hands in hers and gently squeezed them.

After a little while, he released her hands and switched his attention to Ivy. "Pamela, you should stay here for now, since you're supposed to be in protective custody. You can visit the grounds, but, please, don't grow any giant carnivorous plants or anything," he ordered, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Of course, Master. No giant plants. Got it!" she promised with a giggle. However she could sense he wasn't satisfied by his low growl. "I promise I won't attract any unnecessary attention," she added.

Batman simply nodded in response. It was time to go. He kissed Diana, Pamela and Zatanna farewell, embracing them passionately. He was slightly surprised, but still pleased, when the girls also bid each other goodbye by locking lips. He climbed into the Batmobile with Damien and Selina following him closely by.

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Hearing the news about the attacks all over Gotham, Helena knew she was needed on the front lines. She donned her suit and drove away on her bike. She listened to her radio that was set to intercept GCPD communications. She decided to follow the directions of a report on the Riddler. On the way there she stumbled on two familiar people riding a familiar motorcycle.

"Hey Nightwing, Raven," she called them, slightly surprised to see the half-demoness. "Going after the Riddler?" Helena asked.

"Sure, Huntress. Why not?" Dick answered.

"As long as you don't get in the way," Rachel commented dryly, without even looking back at Helena.

Huntress frowned at Raven's casual dismissal. "Let's see who gets in whose way," she said giving her bike a little boost. "Follow me, slowpokes!"

Nightwing grinned. "You're on," he responded, speeding up after her.

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Mike Wren, as he was known here in Gotham, grumbled to himself. He had planned to leave the city as soon as he had gotten his money, but his bosses had sent him new orders. After all, how could he refuse such a generous reward?

Him and his new partner were discussing how they were going to hurt the Bats. "Are you sure your men can get a shot at them while they're fighting those clowns?" Mike asked his colleague, a man whose face had been half burned out in a chemical incident and was calling himself Two-Face. They should have called this place Freak City instead of Gotham City, he thought wryly. Seriously, how come there's so much psychos here?

"Don't worry, Mr Wren. The Royal Flush Gang are the perfect distraction. The Bat Brats won't even notice us until it is too late," Two-Face boasted confidently.

"Yeah... You better hope they don't decide to ace you like they aced that other gang," Mike uttered.

"You're not from Gotham, are you? The Bat doesn't kill. I bet it's your catty wife who slaughtered them all," Harvey commented to Mike's surprise and annoyance. "Don't act like you didn't know who she was," Two-Face added.

Their conversation was interrupted however when one of Two-Face's men barged into the office. "Sorry Two-Face, sir, but we've got company," he announced.

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The Batmobile was making its way towards Gotham Stadium. The Joker was holding the spectators hostage by threatening to blow up a thousand canisters of Joker Gas and making everyone smile.

Batman parked the car a few blocks away so that they wouldn't get spotted so soon. Catwoman and Robin followed him as they sneaked inside the stadium. They split up so that Selina and Damien could take care of Joker's goons, while Batman was free to deal with the Joker.

Bruce headed for the VIP lounge where he easily dispatched the armed henchmen. It was the perfect vantage point to glide to the middle of the stadium from. He ran into the widow that shattered as he used the ears of his cowl as a battering ram. He spread his cape like wings and used a little of Diana's power of flight to reach Joker faster. The mad man was standing on a podium with a detonator in his hand, telling sick jokes and creepy stories that he was the only one to find funny.

Bruce's feet connected into his nemesis, sending his falling over the grass. The Dark Knight made use of the general confusion to rapidly dispatch the guards. After that he reached the Joker and lifted him by the throat. The crowd who had been too afraid to move until now, suddenly erupted in cheers.

"Hello, Batsy," Joker sputtered his greeting. "Nice seeing you here. I'm kind of jealous though, the crowd likes you better than me."

Batman however didn't reply, he just took the detonator from Joker's hand and destroyed it. "It's over. You're going back to Arkham," Bruce announced.

Joker's sick laugh started resonating through the stadium. "You see, Batsy, there's a little weedle problem here," the clown answered with a crazy grin. "That wasn't the real detonator," he uttered just before his body exploded in a gory display of burned flesh and blood. The crowd started screaming in panic.

The giant screen that hanged over the stadium lit up and Joker's nauseating face appeared on it. "And that... wasn't the real me," he said in a low and dangerous tone before his mad laugh erupted from his throat.

The crowd exploded in terror. They started running away, desperately wishing to save their lives. However it was already too late. The bleachers were suddenly invaded by Joker Gas and the crowd's cries of panic changed into uncontrolled laughs.

Bruce however had only two people on his mind. Damien!? Selina!?