That scumbag Jeremiah polluted Gotham's air with every breath. Galavan might as well get rid of him and do society a favor.
She ought to worry about her own situation first.
The room had no windows, her phone had no signal, and she couldn't even open the door with a key card.
All she could do was wait patiently in the room. Once Bruce realized a bunch of cult lunatics had locked her up, he would find a way to rescue her.
Suddenly, she heard the "whoosh-bang!" of fireworks outside.
The explosions were deafening, one after another. Outside the mansion, it must have been as lively as a holiday celebration by now.
Ririko knew no brat would come all the way here just to set off fireworks. This had to be an idea cooked up by Bruce, the rich young man with money to burn.
Just then, a clang came from the doorway. Something severed the chain securing the lock, and the door opened from outside.
A figure in a red-and-green bodysuit slipped through the gap.
Dick wore a domino mask that left his chin and mouth exposed. His red-and-green uniform clung to every curve of his body, with a black R emblazoned on his chest.
He dangled the severed metal chain in his hand and said smugly, "Well? Pretty cool, huh?"
Ririko looked him up and down. Bruce had finally ruined his taste.
"Christmas isn't here yet. Let's go," she said calmly.
Dick didn't move. He looked down at his new uniform, then raised his head again, apparently waiting for her opinion:
"I spent ages putting this look together. Do you think Robin sounds better, or Nightwing?"
Ririko's gaze finally settled on his well-defined chest.
"You're so dedicated to your career. How about Workaholic Bat?"
"Workaholic Bat?" He scratched