Ririko let out a long sigh of relief when she saw that Mr. and Mrs. Wayne had finally found some ambition.
She shook her head. "Middle-aged people these days are such a handful. There's so much waiting for them to do. How can they spend all day enjoying themselves?"
Now she had no choice but to shoulder the responsibility of protecting this hundred-billion-dollar dynasty.
She glanced back at Bruce, who shuddered, terrified that Ririko might consider him another person with "no ambition."
He told Ririko, "I'm planning to work with Commissioner Gordon to find Maroni and bring him to justice, in case he has more of that drug that turns people into monsters."
Ririko said, "Watch out for the woman with Galavan. She's Harley Quinn, and she's close to Jerome. She's bound to stir up trouble at the company."
Bruce nodded, then lowered his head and said in a strained voice:
"Earlier, you mentioned... our future together..."
He paused, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the hem of his clothes.
"Did you mean..."
Ririko tossed her hair and put on a very serious expression.
"Bruce, you have to build a happy future with your own two hands. Pay more attention to the company, too. If you run out of money... you won't even be able to afford wheels for the Batmobile."
The corners of Bruce's mouth curved as he reassured her.
"Don't worry. I've already prepared several spare tires for the Batmobile."
Ririko rolled her eyes in a way that said, You really can't communicate with a clueless straight guy.
She turned and went back to her room to rest.
Early the next morning, Bruce and Ririko stood in the middle of the entrance hall, still wrapped in their dressing gowns.
Alfred stood before them and calmly told them:
"Master and Madam