A couple of weeks later, Gotham Prep was buzzing with excitement as students talked about the upcoming homecoming game against Metropolis High School. Posters decorated the halls, and the scent of popcorn wafted through the cafeteria as everyone prepared for the festivities. The atmosphere was electric, with students wearing school colors and chanting Let's go Knights! In the midst of all the commotion, Jason Todd leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold. Standing next to him was Emily, who was fidgeting with her hair.
"Are you going to the game?" she asked, glancing up at Jason.
"Yeah, I'll be there," Jason replied, though his mind was elsewhere. He was still trying to shake off the feeling of protectiveness he had over Maggie as Roy Harper's antics seemed to escalate.
Just then, Jason caught sight of Roy, who was striding toward the center of the cafeteria with a dramatic flair. He had gathered a small crowd around him, including some of the cheerleaders, who were giggling at his antics. With a confident grin plastered on his face, Roy pulled out a colorful poster board that read: *"Maggie Wayne, Will You Go to Homecoming with Me?" * In bold, glittery letters.
Jason raised an eyebrow, glancing at Emily. "This can't be good."
Roy stood on a table, fully embracing the spotlight. "Ladies and gentlemen! I have a very important question!" he boomed, his voice echoing through the cafeteria. "I've been waiting for the perfect moment, and I think this is it!"
The crowd began to cheer and clap, the excitement palpable. Jason felt a mix of irritation and concern. He couldn't help but think of Maggie and how she might react to this spectacle.
"Maggie!" Roy called out, his eyes scanning the cafeteria until they landed on her. "You've got to come over here!"
Maggie, sitting at a table with her friend Stephanie, looked up in surprise. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to her, waiting for her reaction. With a small smile and a nervous laugh, she stood up, a bit unsure but also amused.
"Roy, what are you doing?" she asked, approaching him cautiously.
Roy hopped down from the table, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I'm making this official! Maggie Wayne, would you do me the honor of attending the homecoming dance with me?" He gestured dramatically, emphasizing his proposal as if he were presenting a ring.
The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, and Emily nudged Jason, a grin spreading across her face. "This is going to be epic!"
Jason watched, tension coiling in his stomach as he waited for Maggie's response. She seemed taken aback, glancing at Stephanie who were both excited and bewildered. "Roy, you didn't have to make such a scene!" she said, though a shy smile crept onto her face.
"I wanted everyone to know how awesome it would be to go with you!" Roy replied, leaning in a bit closer, clearly hoping for a positive reaction.
Maggie hesitated, her gaze darting between Roy and Stephanie. "I... I don't know. That's a lot of pressure," she said, though there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.
Roy feigned a wounded expression. "Pressure? No way! Just think about all the fun we could have!" He gestured around, waving his hands as if conjuring up images of their evening together.
Jason felt annoyance bubbling beneath the surface. "This guy really knows how to put her on the spot," he muttered under his breath, glancing at Emily.
"Just wait," Emily said, trying to contain her laughter. "You know Maggie can handle herself."
Maggie finally let out a small laugh, relenting a little. "Alright, Roy. I guess I'll go with you." she said, trying to diffuse the situation. "But you didn't have to go all out like this!"
As the cheers and laughter faded, Emily turned to Jason, a playful glint in her eyes. "So, since Maggie's apparently going with Roy now, does that mean you'll go to the dance with me?"
Jason blinked, caught off guard. "Wait, what?"
Emily leaned in, her voice low but teasing. "You know, we could make it a double date! You and me, Maggie and Roy. It would be fun!"
Jason's mind raced as he processed the idea. "Are you serious? You want to go with me?"
"Why not? It'll be a blast! Emily grinned; her enthusiasm infectious.
He opened his mouth to respond, then hesitated. "I don't know. I mean, I didn't plan on going to the dance at all. It's not really my thing."
Emily rolled her eyes, nudging him playfully. "Oh, come on, Jay. It's high school! You can't just avoid everything that's social. You might actually have fun if you give it a chance."
"I don't know..." Jason said again, feeling the pressure build. He watched as Maggie and Roy bantered back and forth, Roy grinning and Maggie trying to play it cool. "I just don't want to make things awkward."
"Awkward? With me? Please." Emily laughed. "Besides, if you're worried about Maggie, it makes sense for you to go. You're practically her brother...right?"
Jason raised an eyebrow, his mind spinning. "So, you're saying I should be the bodyguard on a date?"
"Exactly!" Emily said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'll keep an eye on Maggie and make sure Roy doesn't pull any unwanted moves. It's a win-win!"
Jason sighed, knowing she had a point. The idea of spending time with Maggie at the dance, even if it was with Roy, was appealing. But part of him still felt uneasy about the whole thing. "Alright, fine," he said, giving in. "I'll go to the dance."
"Perfect!" Emily squealed, clapping her hands together. "This is going to be so much fun!"
As Jason watched Roy continue his playful attempts to woo Maggie, he couldn't shake the feeling that this dance might be more complicated than he had originally thought. But he figured he'd do his best to keep the evening fun and light-hearted, no matter what came their way.
As they entered the grand foyer of Wayne Manor, the familiar scent of polished wood and leather surrounded them. Bruce was standing in the kitchen, prepping dinner along with Alfred, when he heard the sound of their footsteps. He turned to greet them.
"Hey, kids! How was school?" he asked, glancing up from his tasks.
Maggie beamed, practically bouncing on her heels. "Dad, you'll never guess what! We both got dates for the homecoming dance!"
Bruce's expression shifted instantly to one of interest, but his protective nature kicked in as he raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And who are these dates?"
Maggie exchanged a glance with Jason before speaking up. "I'm going with Roy. He asked me in front of everyone at school!"
"And I'm going with Emily," Jason added, his tone casual but aware of Bruce's overprotective demeanor.
Bruce's gaze narrowed slightly. "Roy Harper? The same Roy who seems to always be getting into trouble?"
Maggie shrugged, a mischievous smile on her face. "He's not that bad, Dad. He can be fun!"
"I'm sure he can," Bruce replied, crossing his arms. "But just remember, I want you both to make good choices. You're not too old to be under my watch."
Jason rolled his eyes, though he appreciated the concern. "Don't worry, Bruce. We'll behave. It's just a dance."
"Exactly," Maggie chimed in. "Just a dance. We'll be fine!"
Bruce nodded, though the protective look didn't entirely leave his face. "Alright, but I expect you both to be responsible."
"Of course!" Maggie replied cheerfully.
As Bruce resumed preparing dinner with Alfred, Jason and Maggie exchanged excited glances, the thrill of their upcoming dates hanging in the air. It felt good to finally have a taste of normal teenage life, even if it was wrapped up in a world of masks and shadows.
The next day after school. Maggie Wayne stepped into the bustling boutique, the sound of chatter and laughter filling the air as the bright lights illuminated the racks of dresses. She felt a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in her stomach, especially since this shopping trip was not just any outing—it was for her first homecoming dance. She glanced around, spotting the familiar silhouette of Selina Kyle, near a rack of elegant gowns.
"Maggie! Over here!" Selina called, a playful smile on her face as she held up a shimmering black dress. "What do you think of this one? It has that classic vibe but with a little bit of flair."
Maggie walked over, her eyes scanning the dress. "It's beautiful. But I think I want something with a bit more color."
Just then, Barbara Gordon, arrived, a bright grin plastered across her face. "You're right! Let's find something that makes you stand out." She beamed at Maggie, her enthusiasm of being like an older sister to Maggie contagious.
Maggie felt a rush of gratitude for both women. "Thanks for coming with me. I really want this to be special."
"Of course!" Selina said, tossing the black dress back onto the rack. "This is a big deal. We're going to make sure you find the perfect dress."
The trio began their search, flipping through racks filled with everything from classic ball gowns to trendy, modern designs. Selina and Barbara offered their opinions, helping Maggie narrow down her choices. She tried on a few dresses, each one more dazzling than the last, but none seemed to feel quite right.
"Here, try this one!" Barbara suggested, handing her a vibrant deep forest green dress with a fitted bodice and flowing skirt. "I think it'll look stunning with your eyes."
Maggie hesitated, glancing at the fabric. "It's pretty, but I don't know…"
"Just try it on!" Selina urged, a playful glint in her eyes. "Trust me, you'll look amazing."
With a sigh, Maggie took the dress into the fitting room. As she slipped it on, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, the green fabric contrasting beautifully against her skin. The dress hugged her in all the right places, and the skirt flared out dramatically, making her feel like she was ready for a grand entrance.
When she stepped out of the fitting room, Selina and Barbara both gasped, their faces lighting up.
"That's it! You look stunning!" Barbara exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
"Absolutely gorgeous, darling," Selina added, nodding in approval. "It's the perfect combination of elegance and fun."
Maggie couldn't help but smile, the excitement bubbling inside her. "You really think so?"
"Definitely!" Barbara said. "This is your dress for the dance."
Maggie twirled, feeling the skirt swish around her legs. "Okay, I think I'm sold!"
As they made their way to the counter to purchase the dress, Selina leaned closer to Maggie, a more serious expression crossing her face. "Just remember, have fun at the dance. Don't put too much pressure on yourself about how it should go. Enjoy being with your friends and just be yourself... If your date gets handsy, remember your training."
Maggie nodded, feeling reassured by her mother's words. "I will...I promise."
After paying for the dress, the three of them left the boutique, stepping out into the vibrant Gotham streets. Maggie felt a new sense of confidence wash over her, eager for the homecoming dance. With Selina and Barbara by her side, she knew she was ready for whatever the night had in store.
Jason Todd stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the sleeves of the tailored jacket that Alfred had picked out for him. The reflection staring back was foreign yet familiar—a mix of apprehension and hope flickered in his eyes. "I don't know about this, Alfred," he said, glancing over at the butler. "Isn't it a bit much for a high school dance?"
Alfred adjusted his glasses, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Nonsense, Master Jason. You want to make a good impression, and this suit is perfect for the occasion."
Bruce, who had been inspecting another suit nearby, turned to them. "Alfred's right. You want to look presentable, especially if you're going out with Emily. It's not just about the dance; it's about showing respect to your date."
Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But I'm not really a 'suit' kind of guy. Can't I just wear a nice shirt and jeans?"
"Absolutely not," Bruce said firmly, shaking his head. "This is your first formal event, and I want you to take it seriously. You're representing not just yourself, but me."
"Right, because nothing says, 'I'm a normal teenager' like being raised by Bruce Wayne," Jason muttered under his breath, but he couldn't help but crack a smile. He turned back to the mirror, adjusting the lapels. "Okay, fine. But I still think it's a bit much."
Alfred approached, folding his arms in front of him. "Trust me, Master Jason. You'll appreciate the effort when you look back on this night. And besides, you never know who you might run into at the dance."
"Who, like the Joker?" Jason shot back, his tone half-joking.
Bruce raised an eyebrow, not entirely amused. "Let's keep the focus on the dance, shall we?"
With a reluctant nod, Jason continued to scrutinize the suit. "So, what's the plan? Just wear this and hope for the best?"
Bruce crossed the room, standing next to Jason as they both regarded the mirror. "It's more than just the suit. It's about how you carry yourself. Confidence is key. Remember to be polite, engage in conversation, and treat Emily well. This is a chance to show her that you can be a gentleman."
"Yeah, I get it," Jason replied, though he felt a pang of anxiety. "But what if I mess up?"
"Everyone has their nerves," Bruce reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Just be yourself. That's all anyone can ask for. And if all else fails, just focus on having a good time."
Jason nodded slowly, the weight of Bruce's words settling in. "Okay, I can do that."
"Now, let's get you fitted properly," Alfred chimed in, expertly guiding Jason through the adjustments needed. "We want to make sure everything fits just right. A well-fitted suit can work wonders for your confidence."
As the fitting continued, Jason felt the earlier apprehension begin to fade. With Bruce and Alfred by his side, he found himself smiling more, imagining what the dance would be like. Maybe it would be fun, after all.
By the time they finished, Jason was pleasantly surprised with the results. He couldn't deny it—he looked good. And as they left the shop, he felt a sense of anticipation building within him. Maybe this dance wasn't just another obligation; it was a chance to step out of the shadows and experience something new.
The evening air was crisp, and the anticipation in Wayne Manor hung thick as Jason Todd adjusted his cufflinks for what felt like the hundredth time. Dressed in a sharp navy suit, he stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, flanked by Bruce, Dick, and Alfred. They waited, all eyes fixed on the stairs, the silence punctuated only by the sound of the clock ticking away the seconds.
"Are you sure she's ready?" Jason asked, fidgeting slightly. "I mean, how long does it take to get ready for a dance?"
Bruce chuckled softly, a hint of pride in his voice. "It's a big moment for her, Jason. She wants everything to be perfect."
"Or she's just really enjoying taking her time," Dick added with a teasing smirk, leaning casually against the railing.
Just then, the door swung open, and in walked Barbara Gordon and Selina Kyle, both exuding confidences.
"Are you all ready for this?" Barbara asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "I can't wait to see everyone's faces when Maggie makes her entrance."
Moments later, the sound of soft footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs. Jason felt his heart skip a beat as he turned to see Maggie appear, framed by the soft glow of the chandelier above. She descended slowly, each step accentuating the beauty of her deep forest green dress, which flowed effortlessly around her. The fitted bodice showcased her figure, while the skirt danced lightly with each movement. Her hair cascaded in soft waves, and her makeup enhanced her features, making her look both radiant and elegant.
Bruce's breath caught in his throat, and he instinctively straightened. Alfred's eyes glistened with a hint of emotion as he watched Maggie transform from a girl into a young lady before their eyes.
"Wow…" Jason breathed, unable to look away.
Maggie reached the bottom of the stairs and paused, a shy smile gracing her lips as she took in the expressions of her family and friends. "So, what do you think?"
"You look absolutely stunning, dear," Alfred said, his voice warm and sincere. "Truly breathtaking."
"Like a princess," Bruce added, his voice thick with emotion. The protective father within him surged forward, filled with a mix of pride and nostalgia. "I can hardly believe how fast you've grown up."
"Okay, enough with the mushy stuff," Dick interjected, grinning. "Let's save that for later. Right now, we need to make sure you and Jason make it to that dance without any trouble."
Maggie glancing over at Jason. "Are you ready, Jason?"
He nodded, finally managing to find his voice. "Yeah, I think so. You look amazing, by the way. I mean… wow."
The playful banter resumed as they all exchanged words of encouragement and compliments, the atmosphere filled with excitement and a touch of sentimentality. They stepped outside, the cool night air wrapping around them as they made their way to the waiting car. Ready to take them to their first homecoming dance.
The car pulled up to Gotham Prep, and the exterior was a flurry of activity, adorned with colorful banners and twinkling lights that illuminated the entrance. Excitement buzzed in the air as students dressed in their best outfits mingled outside, laughter and music spilling from within.
"Alright, here we are," Dick said, glancing back at Maggie and Jason with a playful smile. "Have fun!"
Maggie and Jason exchanged nervous glances, the reality of the night settling in. "You ready?" Jason asked, adjusting his tie one last time.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Maggie replied, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves.
Dick parked the car and stepped out first, opening the doors for them. "Ladies first," he said with a flourish, gesturing for Maggie to exit. She smiled, grateful for the chivalry, and stepped out into the crisp night.
As they made their way toward the entrance, Jason felt a flutter of anticipation in his stomach. He caught sight of Roy standing by the entrance, dressed in a sharp suit that matched Maggie's dress perfectly. The boy was leaning casually against the wall, a confident smile on his face.
"There's Roy," Maggie said, her tone a mix of excitement and nerves.
"Go get 'em, tiger," Jason encouraged, giving her a gentle push forward. "I'll catch up with Emily."
Maggie nodded; her confidence bolstered by Jason's support. She walked over to Roy, who lit up at her arrival.
"Wow, Maggie! You look incredible!" Roy exclaimed, his eyes wide with genuine admiration.
"Thanks, Roy!" she replied, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "You look great too."
Meanwhile, Jason spotted Emily across the way, chatting with some friends. She wore a beautiful teal dress that complemented his suit perfectly. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to her, his heart racing.
"Hey, Emily," he said, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.
Emily turned and her face lit up. "Jason! You look amazing!" She twirled playfully, showing off her own outfit. "We match!"
"Yeah, I guess we do," Jason replied, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. "You ready for this?"
"Definitely!" she said, her enthusiasm infectious. "I've been looking forward to this all week!"
As the music started to play, the four of them moved toward the entrance together, the excitement palpable. Inside, the gym was transformed into a dazzling dance floor, lights dancing across the walls and a DJ spinning upbeat tracks. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, and the laughter of students filled the air.
Maggie and Roy headed toward the center of the dance floor, while Jason and Emily followed closely behind, feeling the thrill of the night envelop them.
"Let's show them how it's done!" Roy shouted, pulling Maggie into the rhythm of the music.
Jason smiled as he watched them, feeling a sense of camaraderie and belonging. He turned to Emily, who grinned back at him. "Ready to dance?"
"Absolutely!" she exclaimed, grabbing his hand as they made their way to the floor.
As the night unfolded, laughter and music echoed around them, filling the air with joy.
Jason and Emily stood at the refreshment table, cups of punch in hand as they chatted and laughed, the vibrant music echoing around them. Jason was feeling more at ease, enjoying Emily's company as they shared jokes and caught glimpses of their friends dancing nearby.
"I can't believe how fun this is," Emily said, her eyes sparkling. "This dance is way better than I expected!"
Jason nodded, taking a sip of his punch. "Yeah, it's actually nice." He glanced over at the dance floor, where Maggie and Roy were lost in the rhythm, their laughter mixing with the upbeat music.
Suddenly, a chilling gust swept through the gym, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily. Jason frowned, sensing something was off. "Did you feel that?" he asked Emily, but she was too busy laughing at a joke he'd made.
The gym doors burst open with a loud crash, and in strode Mr. Freeze, flanked by a group of his henchmen, all dressed in their icy gear. The room fell silent as students turned to see the intruders, confusion quickly giving way to fear.
"Everyone stay calm!" Mr. Freeze shouted, his voice echoing through the gym. "I'm here for one thing only—Maggie Wayne!"
Panic erupted as students began to scream and scatter. Jason's heart raced as he spotted Maggie across the dance floor, her expression shifting from joy to confusion as she realized what was happening.
"Roy!" Jason shouted, spotting Maggie's date. "Get her out of there!"
Roy turned just in time to see Mr. Freeze advancing toward Maggie, his icy blue armor gleaming menacingly under the dance lights. "Maggie! Run!" he yelled, trying to push through the throng of dancing students.
But Mr. Freeze was quick. He raised his freeze ray and fired, encasing Roy in a thick layer of ice before he could reach Maggie. The crowd gasped as Roy struggled, unable to move.
"Maggie, no!" Jason shouted, his heart pounding as he pushed his way through the chaos.
"Maggie, come here!" Mr. Freeze called, his voice cold and calculated. "You will come with me willingly, or I will freeze everyone here to death!"
Maggie hesitated, fear gripping her as she glanced between Jason and the frozen Roy. "No, stay back!" she shouted, trying to protect her friends.
But before anyone could react, Mr. Freeze lunged forward, extending a mechanical arm to grab Maggie. With a swift movement, he hoisted her off the ground, her startled cry piercing through the noise.
"Let her go!" Jason yelled, adrenaline coursing through him as he fought his way closer. But it was too late; Mr. Freeze was already retreating toward the exit, dragging Maggie with him.
"Stay back!" he warned the onlookers, a chilling threat that made the room go still. "I will not hesitate to use this!"
With a final glance back at Jason, Maggie's eyes filled with panic, and then she was gone, taken out into the night.
He rushed forward, but it was no use. Mr. Freeze and his men had vanished, leaving chaos and fear in their wake.
Maggie blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of Mr. Freeze's lab. The cold atmosphere sent a shiver through her, and she quickly realized she was in a large, sterile room filled with advanced technology and glass containers holding strange, frozen specimens. The room was cold and clinical, a stark contrast to the lively dance she had just been enjoying moments before.
She took a hesitant step back, her heart racing as she spotted Mr. Freeze standing near a large glass chamber. His mechanical suit hummed softly as he turned to face her, his expression hidden behind the glass visor that encapsulated his face.
"Welcome, Maggie Wayne," he said, his voice low and resonant, carrying an unsettling calm.
"What do you want from me?" Maggie demanded, her voice steadier than she felt. "You can't just kidnap me!"
Mr. Freeze took a step closer, the icy aura around him seeming to thicken. "Oh, but I can. You see, I have a vested interest in your intellect. I've come across a fascinating piece of work you posted online regarding the potential for curing diseases—specifically, a disease known as Huntington's chorea."
Maggie furrowed her brow, trying to remember the paper she had written as part of her advanced placement biology class. "I don't understand. What does that have to do with you?"
"Everything," he replied, his tone darkening. "My wife, Nora, suffers from this affliction. She lies in cryogenic sleep while I seek a way to save her. You wrote about potential treatments, possibilities I have yet to fully explore." He stepped closer, his voice lowering to a chilling whisper. "I need you to continue your research, to develop a cure. Or else…"
"Or else what?" Maggie felt a cold wave of fear wash over her, but she fought to maintain her composure.
"Or else you will suffer the consequences of failure," Mr. Freeze said, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. "I am out of options, Maggie. I will do whatever it takes to save her, including using you as a means to that end. You have a remarkable mind—your skills could prove invaluable. But I won't wait long. You have until midnight to provide me with a viable solution, or your fate will be as bleak as mine."
Maggie's stomach twisted in knots as she processed his words taking a step back, heart pounding. "I— I can't just work for you. I don't know enough!"
"Then learn, Maggie," he insisted, his voice dropping to an icy calm. "You have no choice. In this world, you must adapt or perish. I suggest you start working on that cure before time runs out."
As he turned away, Maggie felt the weight of his words pressing down on her. She was trapped in a situation she never imagined facing, and the urgency of Mr. Freeze's demands hung heavy in the air. With her life at stake, she knew she had to think quickly. But how could she find a way out of this nightmare and protect herself.
Jason's hands shook slightly as he fumbled for his phone, his mind racing with thoughts of Maggie and the chaos of the dance. He hurried out of the school building leaving Emily behind, the sound of students still buzzing inside fading into the background. The cool night air did little to calm his nerves.
As he dialed Bruce's number, his heart raced with anxiety. It rang twice before Bruce answered, his voice authoritative and composed. "What is it, Jason?"
"Bruce, it's bad," Jason said, urgency threading through his voice. "Mr. Freeze crashed the homecoming dance. He—he took Maggie."
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and Jason could almost hear Bruce's mind working through the implications. "What do you mean he took her? How did this happen?"
"He just burst in with his goons," Jason explained, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I was with Emily at the punch table when I saw him grab Maggie. Roy tried to stop him, but he froze Roy right there on the dance floor. I couldn't get to her in time."
"Is anyone hurt?" Bruce's voice was steady, but Jason could sense the tension building.
"Roy is frozen, alive, but everyone else is okay. I mean, they're scared, but they're safe. It was just chaos. But Maggie… I don't know where they took her!"
"Stay calm, Jason," Bruce said, his tone shifting to one of focus. "I'm on my way. Where did they go?"
"I don't know! He just vanished into the night with her," Jason replied, frustration rising in his chest. "I should have done something. I should have stopped him!"
"Jason, listen to me," Bruce said firmly. "You did what you could in a chaotic situation. Now, I need you to gather as much information as you can. Can you talk to Roy? Maybe he heard or saw something that can help us track them down."
Jason closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of helplessness settle over him. "Yeah, I can try. He's still at the school, frozen in ice. I'll hurry back to him."
"Good. I'll be there shortly. Just focus on finding out where they might have gone," Bruce instructed. "And keep Emily safe. I'll handle the rest."
"Right," Jason said, determination creeping into his voice. "I'll do my best."
Jason pushed through the gym doors, the remnants of the dance still lingering with fear and uncertainty. He quickly made his way over to where Roy was still encased in ice, his eyes wide but unable to move.
"Roy! Can you hear me?" Jason called, crouching beside him.
Roy's teeth chattered as he managed a nod, his breath visible in the cold air. "Yeah… I'm here, man," he said, struggling to speak through the layers of frost.
"What did you see?" Jason pressed, urgency lacing his voice. "Do you remember where Mr. Freeze took Maggie?"
Roy frowned, his brow furrowing in concentration. "He was talking about a lab… something about curing his wife. I didn't catch where, but he had that big ice gun." He paused, clearly feeling the weight of the situation. "I tried to reach her, but he froze me before I could do anything."
"Damn it," Jason muttered, frustration boiling within him. "Hang tight. Help will be here soon."
Just then, Batman stepped into the gym, his presence commanding the room. He assessed the scene quickly, eyes narrowing at the sight of Roy trapped in ice. "Step back," he instructed, moving to Roy's side.
With a series of controlled movements, Batman produced a device from his utility belt, aiming it at the frozen teenager. There was a brief moment of whirring sounds before a beam shot out, engulfing Roy in a warm light. The ice began to melt, and soon, Roy was free, gasping for breath.
"Thanks, Batman," Roy said, rubbing his arms to warm them. "Maggie—"
"I know, I heard the 911 call." Batman replied, his voice steady. "We're going to get her back. But I need you to tell me what you remember. Every detail counts."
Jason watched as Batman and Roy spoke, his heart pounding. He knew he needed to meet up with Batgirl and Nightwing, and he couldn't waste any more time. "I'll be right back!" he called, slipping away before either of them could stop him.
Making his way to the dark end of the parking lot, he quickly found Batgirl and Nightwing waiting in the shadows, their figures silhouetted against the dim light.
"Sounds like the dance was a real blast," Nightwing joked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the car. "What's more exciting? Homecoming or a night with an ice-cold villain?"
Jason chuckled, though the weight of the situation pressed down on him. "Not quite how I pictured it, but we need to focus. Mr. Freeze has Maggie, and we need to find her before it's too late."
Nightwing's expression shifted to seriousness. "Let's suit up, then. We'll split up and cover more ground."
Jason nodded, determination washing over him. He slipped into his Robin suit, feeling the familiar weight of the fabric settle over him. "Let's do this."
As they prepared to head out, Jason felt the adrenaline surge through him, a sense of purpose igniting within. They would find Maggie, and they wouldn't stop until she was safe.
Maggie sat at a cold metal table in Mr. Freeze's lab, surrounded by an array of scientific equipment and documents scattered around her. The low hum of machinery filled the air, mingling with the constant whir of refrigeration units that kept the room at a chilling temperature. She shivered, her fingers trembling slightly as she flipped through her notes, trying to make sense of the task Mr. Freeze had set before her.
Across the room, Mr. Freeze paced back and forth, his frustration palpable as he watched her. "Time is of the essence, Maggie," he said, his voice icy and clipped. "You have less than an hour to provide me with a solution that can save my wife, or there will be consequences."
"I'm trying," Maggie replied, forcing herself to remain calm despite the pressure bearing down on her. "But this is complicated. I need more data to work with. The paper I wrote was theoretical; I never tested any of these ideas. I'm just a high school freshman!"
"Then test it!" he snapped, his patience wearing thin. "You're a genius, are you not?"
Maggie swallowed hard, her mind racing. "I can help you, but I need time. And I need access to more resources—samples, anything that can provide the necessary information."
Mr. Freeze stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing behind the glass visor of his suit. "Do you believe I have time to waste? Nora's life hangs in the balance! You either find a way to save her now, or you will suffer for your failure."
He turned away from her, looking out through a glass panel at the frozen chamber containing Nora. The sight sent a chill down Maggie's spine, a reminder of the stakes involved. "I've sacrificed everything for her," he continued, his voice softer but still tinged with desperation. "I will not allow your incompetence to keep her away from me any longer."
Maggie clenched her fists, anger and fear swirling inside her. "You think I'm incompetent? I'm doing the best I can under these circumstances!"
"Your best isn't enough," he shot back, the coldness returning to his tone. "You need to understand what is at stake here. I will not hesitate to ensure you comprehend the consequences of your actions. Now, get to work."
Maggie nodded, determination surging through her despite the fear.
As Mr. Freeze stepped back to monitor her progress, Maggie took a deep breath and focused on the papers spread before her. She had to think clearly and quickly, not just for her own sake but for Nora's life as well. The ticking clock echoed in her mind, pushing her to channel her intellect into a plan that could save them both.
As Maggie struggled to focus on her work, the faint sound of a vent cover creaking echoed from above. She looked up, momentarily distracted, but quickly returned to her notes. Little did she know that just a few feet above her, Catwoman was stealthily navigating through the air ducts, her feline agility allowing her to traverse the tight spaces with ease.
Peeking through the vent grate, Catwoman scanned the lab below, taking in the scene. Her eyes fell on Mr. Freeze, pacing anxiously, and then landed on Maggie, hunched over the table, her face etched with concentration and worry. Catwoman knew she had to act quickly.
Pulling out her phone, she swiftly dialed Batman's number. The line clicked, and his deep voice answered, steady and direct. "What have you got?"
"Batman, it's Catwoman," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "I've found Mr. Freeze's lab. He's got Maggie, and she's in trouble. He's pushing her to find a cure for his wife, but she's overwhelmed. If we don't act soon, I'm afraid he might hurt her."
"Where are they?" Batman's tone was sharp, the urgency of the situation resonating through the phone.
"I can see the whole setup from up here. They're in an old industrial complex near the waterfront. It's heavily reinforced, but there's a back entrance that looks less guarded," Catwoman explained, her eyes darting around the lab for any additional details. "He's not the only one here, though. I saw some of his henchmen lurking around."
"Stay hidden and keep an eye on Maggie," Batman instructed. "I'll gather the others and head there right now."
"Got it. I'll keep you posted," Catwoman replied, her voice steady. "But you have to hurry. I don't know how much longer she can hold out against his pressure."
"Don't worry. We'll be there," Batman assured her before the line went silent.
Catwoman carefully positioned herself to watch the scene below, her heart pounding in anticipation. She knew Batman, Nightwing, and Batgirl would respond quickly. Maggie might not realize it yet, but help was on the way. For now, all she could do was stay silent, poised to intervene when the moment was right.
As Maggie poured over her notes, her mind racing to find a solution, the overhead vent rattled slightly, causing Mr. Freeze to glance up suspiciously. Catwoman held her breath, staying still, and prayed that she could remain undetected just a little longer. Time was running out, and they had to be ready to act before Mr. Freeze's impatience turned into something far more dangerous.
The night air was cool as Batman, Nightwing, Robin, and Batgirl crouched on the adjacent rooftop, their eyes locked on the sprawling complex that housed Mr. Freeze's secret lab. Shadows clung to them as they observed the menacing structure illuminated only by flickering streetlights below.
"Looks like he's got quite the operation going," Nightwing remarked, his voice low. He scanned the perimeter, noting the guards stationed at various points, their breath visible in the cold air. "This isn't going to be easy."
Batman nodded. "We need to create a distraction to draw some of them away. That will give us the opportunity to get inside and locate Maggie."
Batgirl peered through her binoculars, taking stock of the henchmen milling about. "I count at least six guards on the ground floor. If we can take them out quietly, we should have a clear path to the lab."
"Sounds like a plan," Robin said, his excitement bubbling beneath the surface. He adjusted his grip on his utility belt, ready for action. "I can create a diversion with a smoke bomb."
"Not yet," Batman replied, his gaze still fixed on the scene below. "We need to be strategic. We can't afford to alert Freeze before we're ready."
Nightwing smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "How about I swing in from above? I can drop down and take out a couple of them silently, then signal for the rest of you to move in."
Batgirl raised an eyebrow. "And what's your backup plan if you get caught?"
"Backup plan? That's for people who don't know how to improvise," Nightwing replied with a wink.
Batman gave him a pointed look. "Stay focused, Dick. The priority is getting Maggie out safely. Once we have eyes on her, we can regroup and decide the next move."
The tension in the air was palpable as the team exchanged glances, each member attuned to the mission ahead. They had trained for moments like this, and the camaraderie that bound them together was stronger than ever.
"Let's move," Batman commanded, leading the way to the edge of the rooftop. Nightwing followed closely, ready to spring into action. Batgirl and Robin took their positions, preparing to follow suit.
As they made their way across the rooftop, Batman's mind raced through potential scenarios, strategizing for every possible outcome. He couldn't shake the concern for Maggie and the pressure of time weighing heavily on him. They needed to act fast; every second counted.
Nightwing took a deep breath, his heart racing with adrenaline. "Let's do this."
With that, he launched himself off the edge of the rooftop, swinging into the night, the darkness enveloping him as he descended toward the unsuspecting guards below.
"Stay sharp," Batman murmured to the others.
Nightwing swung gracefully through the air, his body moving like a well-oiled machine as he landed silently on the rooftop of the building adjacent to Mr. Freeze's lab. He took a moment to survey the area, his sharp eyes catching the flicker of movement among the henchmen below.
One of the guards leaned against a wall, lazily keeping watch while the others chatted nearby, their attention diverted. Nightwing could hear snippets of their conversation, mostly idle threats and idle banter. This was his chance.
With a swift movement, he slipped behind a large ventilation unit, positioning himself just out of sight. He had studied the layout of the area, and he knew where each henchman was stationed. He could do this quickly and quietly.
Taking a deep breath, Nightwing drew a small, compact smoke bomb from his utility belt. He tossed it a few feet away, watching it land near two guards who had just stepped into the shadows. The moment it hit the ground, a thick cloud of smoke erupted, obscuring their vision.
"Hey! What the—?" one of the guards exclaimed, stumbling back in surprise.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Nightwing sprang into action. He leaped from his hiding spot, moving like a shadow through the smoke. He quickly dispatched the first guard with a swift kick to the stomach, sending him crashing to the ground.
The second guard, still disoriented from the sudden smoke, barely had time to react before Nightwing had him in a headlock, twisting him to the ground with a grunt. The remaining henchmen, alerted to the commotion, rushed toward the source of the noise, but it was too late.
Nightwing moved swiftly, using the environment to his advantage. He flipped off a nearby crate and landed behind another group of guards, taking out two with well-placed punches before they even realized he was there.
As the last guard turned, Nightwing disarmed him with a quick jab to the wrist, sending the weapon clattering to the ground. He followed up with a swift kick that sent the man sprawling.
With the guards now incapacitated, Nightwing took a moment to catch his breath, surveying the scene. He quickly checked his watch—time was of the essence.
He reached for his comm device, tapping the button to contact Batman, Batgirl, and Robin. "I've taken out the guards on this side. You're clear to move in. I'll meet you at the back entrance," he said, his voice steady.
"Copy that, Nightwing," Batman replied, the urgency in his voice clear. "We're moving in."
Nightwing nodded to himself, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He took one last look around before sprinting toward the edge of the rooftop, leaping down to the next level. He knew they were close to finding Maggie, and nothing would stop him from bringing her home safe.
As he reached the back entrance, he paused, hearing the faint echoes of voices inside. He crouched low, ready to spring into action, trusting his teammates would be right behind him.
"Stay sharp," Batman instructed, his voice low but firm. "We're close. We need to be ready for anything."
As they approached the lab, the trio scanned the surroundings, spotting a few more henchmen lingering near the entrance. Batgirl nodded to Robin, signaling that she would take the left side while he moved right. They had trained for moments like this, and the coordination came naturally.
Batgirl quietly positioned herself behind a stack of crates, her eyes locked on one of the guards standing just a few feet away, oblivious to her presence. With a swift movement, she launched a Batarang, hitting the guard square in the back of the head. He crumpled to the ground before he even had a chance to react.
"Nice shot," Robin whispered, impressed as he moved to engage another guard. He darted in quickly, delivering a well-timed spin kick that sent the second henchman sprawling.
Batman, watching the scene unfold, chose to tackle the last guard directly. He approached from behind, using his stealth to his advantage. With a swift and silent approach, he placed a hand over the guard's mouth, pulling him back into the shadows before incapacitating him with a few precise strikes.
With all the guards dispatched, the area was silent except for the faint hum of machinery from within the lab. Batman gestured for them to regroup. "We need to move in. Nightwing, you're on point."
Nightwing nodded, taking the lead as they approached the entrance to the lab. He peeked through the door, noting the layout inside. "Looks like the main lab area is straight ahead. I can see Freeze's workstation and a chamber at the back—could be where he's keeping Maggie."
"Let's go," Batman said, his determination unwavering.
As they moved into the lab, the low light illuminated various cryogenic equipment and scientific instruments that lined the walls. The air was thick with tension, but their focus was singular—rescuing Maggie.
Suddenly, a mechanical voice echoed through the room. "Intruders detected. Initiating lockdown sequence."
"Too late!" Batgirl shouted, her eyes widening as thick metal doors began to slide down around them.
"Everyone, move!" Batman commanded, leading the charge toward the back of the lab where he believed Maggie was being held.
Nightwing sprinted ahead, ducking under a closing door just in time. "We have to reach her before he activates whatever security measures he has in place!"
Robin followed closely, keeping an eye on the surroundings, ready for any surprises. The stakes were high, and they all felt the pressure to move quickly.
As they reached the rear of the lab, they spotted a reinforced door marked with a digital lock. "This has to be it," Nightwing said, glancing back at Batman. "We need to get it open."
Batgirl moved to the control panel, her fingers flying over the keys. "I can bypass the lock, but it'll take a few seconds!"
"Do it," Batman urged, his gaze darting to the shadows of the lab, anticipating Mr. Freeze's return.
As Batgirl worked the panel, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. Batman's heart raced; they didn't have much time. "Hurry!" he urged, the urgency in his voice clear.
Finally, with a beep, the door slid open, revealing a dimly lit chamber where Maggie sat, looking scared but determined. "Maggie!" Robin shouted, relief flooding through him as he rushed inside.
Mr. Freeze tightened his grip around her shoulders, a steely resolve in his icy demeanor. "You think you can just walk in here and take her?" he snarled, his voice dripping with menace. "She is my chance to save my wife. Until she completes her task, she is not going anywhere."
Maggie's eyes darted between her friends and Mr. Freeze; the fear evident in her expression but overshadowed by determination. "I can help you, but you have to let me go! This isn't how you get what you want!" she protested, trying to reason with him.
Batman stepped forward, his presence commanding. "This isn't a negotiation," he said, his voice calm but firm.
Mr. Freeze scoffed, his cold gaze unwavering. "You don't understand. Time is running out. My wife suffers because of this disease, and Maggie is my hope. I will not let her leave until she gives me the answers I need."
"Let her go!" Robin shouted, stepping forward, fists clenched, ready to spring into action.
"Stay back, or I will kill her where she stands," Mr. Freeze threatened, raising his other hand, his cold technology humming ominously.
Batman exchanged glances with Nightwing and Batgirl, his mind racing as he assessed the situation.
Suddenly, the lab's lights flickered, casting an eerie glow over the confrontation. Mr. Freeze narrowed his eyes, his grip on Maggie tightening.
"Maggie, just hold on," Nightwing urged, stepping slightly closer, trying to maintain eye contact with her. "We're going to get you out of this."
Mr. Freeze's expression hardened. "Enough! If you take one more step, I will—"
Before he could finish, Batgirl quickly activated her grappling hook, launching it toward the ceiling and swinging across the room. She aimed for a control panel on the wall, hoping to disable the lab's security systems and give her friends the upper hand.
"Distract him!" she shouted, knowing time was of the essence.
Batman seized the moment, throwing a Bat-a-rang toward Mr. Freeze, but the villain swiftly deflected it with a blast of cold air from his gauntlet. "You'll have to do better than that!" he taunted, his eyes glinting with malice.
As chaos erupted in the lab, Maggie seized the opportunity to twist away from Mr. Freeze's grip, using the element of surprise to push back against him.
"Get back!" Mr. Freeze shouted; his voice laced with anger.
In that instant, Nightwing lunged forward, aiming to tackle Mr. Freeze and free Maggie once and for all. "Now!" he shouted to the others.
"Robin, get Maggie out of here!" Batman ordered, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Now!"
Robin didn't hesitate. "Come on, Maggie!" he urged, reaching out to her. He could see the fear and determination in her eyes as she nodded, ready to follow his lead.
"Wait!" Mr. Freeze shouted; his voice laced with desperation. "You can't leave! I need her!"
As Robin moved to grab Maggie's hand, Batman, Batgirl, and Nightwing sprang into action. Batman darted forward, using a feint to distract Mr. Freeze while Batgirl launched another Bat-a-rang aimed at the villain's gauntlet, hoping to disable his freezing technology.
Nightwing used the moment to position himself behind Freeze, ready to strike. "You're not getting away with this, Freeze!" he called out, determination in his voice.
Maggie glanced back at Batman and the others, her heart racing. "We have to help them! He's desperate!" she shouted, but Robin pulled her gently but firmly toward the door.
As they moved, Batman threw a grappling hook toward a nearby support beam, swinging himself into a powerful kick aimed at Mr. Freeze. The impact made the villain stagger, his grip on his technology faltering for just a moment.
Freeze regaining his composure. He raised his gauntlet, preparing to fire at Robin and Maggie, but Nightwing was quicker. He dashed forward, executing a perfect jump kick that connected with Freeze's arm, forcing him to redirect his aim.
With a loud crash, the shot went wide, missing Robin and Maggie completely. "Go!" Nightwing shouted at them, not taking his eyes off the villain.
"Let's get to the exit!" Robin urged Maggie, pulling her with him through the lab, adrenaline pumping in their veins. They darted past the wreckage of the lab, dodging equipment and debris as they made their way toward the door.
Meanwhile, Batman, Batgirl, and Nightwing continued their assault on Mr. Freeze, working as a cohesive unit. Batgirl used her agility to evade his blasts, closing in for a strike while Nightwing kept Freeze distracted with his acrobatics.
"You think you can defeat me? I'm not just a man; I am an ice-cold force of nature!" Mr. Freeze shouted defiantly, his voice echoing through the lab.
"Nature has nothing on us!" Batman replied, his tone steady and unwavering as he closed the distance. He feigned another attack, drawing Freeze's attention just long enough for Nightwing to slip in and deliver a series of precise strikes to the villain's defenses.
As Robin and Maggie reached the exit, Robin turned back, his heart pounding with worry. "They'll be okay," he assured her, trying to hide his own anxiety. "We need to focus on getting you to safety."
They burst through the door into the cool night air, and Robin quickly led Maggie away from the lab. "We have to call for backup," he said, pulling out his communicator. "I can't leave them to face Freeze alone."
But before he could make the call, a familiar voice crackled through his earpiece. ", Batman, Batgirl, and Nightwing can handle it. Your priority is to get Maggie to safety." Alfred's voice said, authoritative and clear.
Maggie took a deep breath, her mind racing as she thought of her family inside the lab. "We can't just leave them!" she protested, her heart torn between wanting to help and needing to run.
"Trust them," Robin replied, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "They know what they're doing."
As they moved further away from the lab, Robin kept a lookout, his instincts as a vigilante kicking in. They could hear the sounds of the battle raging behind them, and he hoped fervently that they would be okay.
Maggie and Robin reached a safe spot near an old warehouse, the sounds of the city a distant hum. Robin leaned against the wall, catching his breath.
"You know, for someone who's supposed to be a damsel in distress, you don't play the part very well," he quipped, a smirk on his face.
Maggie shot him a sharp look, clearly not amused. "This isn't a joke, Jason. I was almost frozen by a madman."
Jason's smirk faltered. "I know, I'm just trying to lighten the mood." He rubbed the back of his neck, realizing his attempt at humor missed the mark.
Maggie crossed her arms, her brow furrowed. "I get it, but... not now, okay?" She looked away, still shaken by the ordeal.
Meanwhile, back at Mr. Freeze's lab, Batman, Batgirl, and Nightwing worked in perfect synchronization. Freeze's attacks were relentless, but the Bat-family knew his tactics well. Batgirl dodged a blast of ice, rolling behind cover before throwing a Batarang that disrupted the villain's gauntlet.
Nightwing moved in next, delivering a series of strikes that disarmed one of Freeze's weapons. "Time to chill out, Freeze," he said with a grin as he deftly dodged another ice blast.
Batman took the opportunity to close the gap, launching himself at Mr. Freeze with a well-timed kick that knocked him backward. "It's over, Freeze. You're done," Batman said coldly, his cape swirling around him as he stood over the villain.
Mr. Freeze tried to stand but was quickly pinned down by Nightwing and Batgirl. His gauntlets were ripped away, leaving him powerless. "You think this will stop me?" Freeze growled, but Batman remained composed.
"It's over," Batman repeated, signaling to the GCPD, who arrived moments later to take Freeze into custody.
As Freeze was hauled away in handcuffs, Batman glanced at Nightwing and Batgirl. "Let's check on Robin and Maggie," he said, his voice calm but with an edge of concern.
Nightwing stretched and looked around at the chaos. "Not a bad night's work. I'll admit, though, school dances never went like this for me."
Batgirl grinned. "You always did know how to pick the fun events."
With Freeze handed over to the police, they headed out to regroup with Robin and Maggie.
As Maggie and Jason sat in the quiet of their hiding spot, the adrenaline from the battle began to wear off. Maggie glanced over at Jason, her expression softening slightly. "Do you know if Roy and Emily are okay?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of worry.
Jason blinked, realization dawning on him. "Roy fine a little frost bitten... Crap. I... I almost forgot about my date," he muttered, rubbing his forehead. "I gotta call her. Emily's probably freaking out."
Maggie raised an eyebrow. "You think?"
Jason was about to reach for his phone when the familiar sound of grappling hooks zipped through the air. He looked up just in time to see Batman, Batgirl, and Nightwing land on the rooftop above them, dropping down gracefully to the ground in front of them.
"Freeze has been taken into custody," Batman said, his voice firm and authoritative, yet carrying a note of reassurance. "Are you both alright?"
Maggie stood up, brushing herself off. "We're fine."
Jason fidgeted with his phone for a moment before looking at Batman. "I... uh, still need to call Emily and explain."
Batgirl smiled slightly, stepping forward. "I'm sure she'll be glad to hear your voice, Jason."
Batman's gaze moved between them, his eyes lingering on Maggie for a moment longer than usual. "We'll head back to the Manor soon," he said. "But for now, let's make sure everyone's accounted for. We'll deal with the aftermath once we're home."
Back at Wayne Manor, the atmosphere had settled down, but the weight of the night's events still lingered. Catwoman, having come to check on Maggie after the chaos, stood by the window, her usual playful smirk tempered by concern. Batman, Batgirl, and Nightwing were in the Batcave, wrapping up their debrief of the incident, while Alfred quietly served tea in the sitting room for whoever wanted it.
Maggie sat on one of the plush couches, phone pressed to her ear as she talked to Roy. "Yeah, I'm fine," she reassured him, her voice soft. "I just wish the dance hadn't ended like that. You, okay?"
On the other end, Roy sounded tired but managed a chuckle. "I'm good, just... kinda bummed. I wanted to take you out after the dance, y'know, not end up frozen like a popsicle."
Maggie smiled faintly. "We'll have other dances, Roy. This is Gotham, after all. You know how it goes."
"Yeah, I guess," Roy sighed. "But still, I was looking forward to it. Anyway, I'm glad you're okay. We'll talk later, alright?"
"Yeah, we will. Take care, Roy," Maggie said, ending the call. She leaned back, exhaling, her mind replaying the events of the night.
Jason sat across from her, fiddling with the strap of his watch. "Well, so much for homecoming. I was actually starting to have fun before everything went sideways," he muttered.
Maggie nodded in agreement. "I know. It's like... I finally having fun, and then Gotham happens." She looked over at Jason, sharing a moment of mutual frustration.
"That's the price you pay for living here," Dick chimed in as he entered the room, leaning casually against the doorframe. "A school dance turning into a supervillain hostage situation? Typical Gotham. You should've seen my prom night."
Maggie raised an eyebrow. "Your prom?"
Dick grinned. "Oh, yeah. Killer Croc crashed it. Fun times." He walked over, dropping onto the couch beside Jason. "But hey, at least you both got out in one piece. And you'll have plenty more chances to make up for it."
Jason sighed, leaning back. "I guess."
Maggie glanced out the window at the city skyline, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. "Yeah. I just wanted one normal night."
Selina, who had been quietly observing from the corner, finally spoke up. "Normal is overrated, sweetheart," she said with a smirk. "But I'll take you dress shopping again if you want another shot at this whole 'dance' thing."
Maggie smiled at her. "Maybe."
Bruce entered the room, his expression softer than usual as he looked at the two teens. "You both did well tonight," he said, his voice steady. "But you'll have to prepare for more nights like this. Gotham doesn't give us breaks."
Jason gave a small nod, though the disappointment still hung in his eyes. "Yeah, I know."
"On the bright side," Dick added, "you've got stories now. And there's always next year's dance, assuming another villain doesn't have plans for it."
Maggie chuckled lightly. "One can only hope."