Ririko looked at the deliberately mysterious invitation and chuckled. That idiot was playing his little games again.
He actually had the nerve to invite her to a hotel for a date.
She slipped the card back into its envelope, thinking that her original plan to sneak into the Elliott residence with Dick to look for the serum could wait.
Tommy was already in Arkham, anyway. No one was likely to touch anything in that old house anytime soon, so there was no rush to search it.
She cheerfully went to her walk-in closet and packed a sexy dress, a nightgown as sheer as gossamer, an eye-catching swimsuit, and that expensive diamond necklace into her suitcase.
Zone B, first basement level of Arkham Asylum.
The white doors of the Freeze Laboratory slid apart. Cold air poured through the gap, spreading into a low bank of white mist across the floor.
Hugo Strange emerged, removed his protective gloves, and nodded to the recorder standing nearby.
Mr. Freeze's modifications had gone more smoothly than expected. His cold tolerance and physical performance readings were all within the projected ranges.
Although Firefly was more powerful in combat, freezing would be a safer way to bring Ririko back unharmed.
He returned to his office, took off his white coat and hung it on the hook behind the door, then sat down at his desk.
There was a knock at the door.
The door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman standing in the doorway.
She wore a sharp gray suit, her silver-white hair pinned into an immaculate bun at the back of her head.
Hugo looked up and said to the woman before him, "Ms. Crown, I don't recall having an appointment today."
Elizabeth Crown walked gracefully into the office and approached him.
"Whether I have an