"That could work," Kara said. "I originally wanted to be a reporter, but now I think being a therapist would suit me too."
"...Forget it. People with psychological problems already have it bad enough. Spare them."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kara snapped.
"If you actually became a therapist, Warden Sharp could put his Arkham City plan into action," Roland said. "Then Gotham City could just rename itself Arkham Town, and there'd be no need to hide that Cthulhu-style Gotham underground anymore."
"Pfft..." Kara pursed her lips. "I'm done talking to you. I'm going to watch TV."
"Wait for me. I'm coming too," Roland said. "The Simpsons?"
"Sure."
They watched a few episodes of The Simpsons before Kara's ears suddenly twitched. "Someone's here."
"I heard." Roland stood up. "Are they after my collection?"
"Looks like it." Kara nodded. "Want to take a look?"
"Sure. I'm curious what kind of brazen idiot would come here to steal from me." Roland headed toward the room where he stored his Holy Relics. "I hope they're still alive. I'd really like to see who's got that much nerve..."
"Paul VI's Fisherman's Ring... This is actually genuine..." A woman clad in a skintight suit slipped into Roland's little Holy Relic storeroom.
On her way in, apart from Miriel at the cathedral entrance, Deadshot looking after his children, Astra's pack of pets, the League of Assassins members doing housework, the Justice League holding a meeting about recruiting new members, Jason helping Roy tinker with high-tech equipment, and Jeanne d'Arc trading insults with Poison Ivy across the vegetable garden over weeding, practically no one had spotted her.
Everyone at Roland Cathedral had let her in with the gleeful anticipation of spectators hoping for a bigger spectacle, allowing her to reach this room completely unhindered, where the dazzling