Dick looked utterly baffled. "What are extra-long overnight sanitary pads?"
Bruce didn't answer Dick's question.
He had thought the name sounded pretty cool, but once that association took hold, there was no going back.
"We can give the name some more thought," he said awkwardly.
Barbara smoothed things over. "Changing it to 'Late-Night Snack' wouldn't be bad either. No one would guess what you're doing."
Dick's eyes lit up. "'Late-Night Snack' is great! It sounds like a lot of fun. I like it."
Bruce was completely speechless. He decided to give up on renaming the organization and stick with the Dark Web.
Finally, Ririko said, "I can attend Friday's rally."
If someone was trying to mind-control Bird Man, she wanted to see just who had that kind of ability.
Bird Man was always causing her trouble, but rather than watch that stupid bird get controlled and swindled out of everything he owned, she might as well beat them to it.
Bruce was naturally delighted that she had volunteered to take part, though he secretly worried about a repeat of the Iceberg Lounge incident.
"But it could be dangerous," he cautioned her.
Dick patted his sturdy chest, making a couple of thumping sounds.
"Don't worry! I'll protect Ririko!"
Bruce looked at Dick. To be honest, he really was an excellent fighter. So far, no one had managed to get the better of him, and Bruce was even a little secretly jealous of that.
Bruce picked up his Americano and took a sip, trying to hide his faint irritation.
"Then... sorry for the trouble."
Barbara felt that something was off about the atmosphere in the room.
She tapped a few keys, and the display on the wall suddenly changed.
"Ririko, Professor Jervis Tetch from your college's Literature Department seems to be a