Ririko lay on the bed and looked up at Tommy.
"Really? I'm expensive. You can't afford me."
Tommy lowered his head, his lips landing on the side of her neck, his voice squeezed out between fierce kisses.
"What are you talking about? I've got plenty of money."
Ririko tilted her head and glanced at the back of his head, still utterly unruffled.
"Too bad you'll be in Arkham."
Tommy paused, as if trying to work out what she meant, but before he could react, a golf club struck him squarely in the back of the head.
Tommy went limp and slumped sideways onto the edge of the bed.
Dick stood beside the bed, resting the golf club on his shoulder. "You goddamn animal."
He held out a hand to Ririko and helped her off the bed.
Ririko stood up, smoothed the creases in her dress, and looked down at Tommy on the floor.
"If I'd known he was this sick, I would've knocked him out at the cemetery and buried him right there."
Dick tied Tommy up securely, winding the rope three times around both his wrists and his ankles, then pulled the two socks off Tommy's feet and stuffed them into his mouth.
Tommy frowned in his unconscious state, as though he could smell them even while knocked out.
As Dick checked the tightness of the knots, he sent Barbara a message on his phone. "How's it going on your end?"
Barbara quickly texted back. "I found his diary... it says how much he hates his parents. There's a strange mask, too."
Ririko told them, "All right, let's get out of here."
Late that night, something strange happened in the reception area of the Gotham Police Department.
An anonymous citizen delivered Tommy Elliot to the police station's entrance in