Falcone sat at the head of the table. Crane sat opposite him at the other end. I sat next to the Joker and opposite us were Red and Riddler.
We had changed our outfits. Falcone had provided us with new clothes. The Riddler wore an emerald green suit with a matching hat. Crane sported a blue suit with a white shirt and red tie. Ivy matched the Riddler with her green attire. She had a forest green dress which hugged her beautiful figure. Her red hair sat perfectly in its curled manner. The Joker had his purple suit, blue shirt and pattered tie with a green waistcoat underneath. I currently wore a black and red dress, tight at the waist then flaring out. We looked a sight, but it seemed normal.
A 3 course meal had been prepared, and we were now onto desserts after having a soup starter and seafood main. The waiters (or servants, I didn't know what to call them) brought out the sweet trifle in a decorative bowl which was passed around everyone.
"Did we all see the news?" asked Falcone.
"Yes," we all replied.
"It wasn't concerning in the least, they don't even know Harley is alive," Riddler noted.
"There must be a reason."
All eyes were now on the Joker.
"Batman knows she's alive, so why hasn't he divulged this information to the cops, hm?"
"Good question."
A small man entered the room and hurried over to Falcone.
"Sir, the car that was found has been traced back, it wasn't any of ours, it belongs to Bruce Wayne."
The five of us shot discreet looks at each other.
"Bruce Wayne, you say? That's odd, has he reported it?"
"Not that any of our sources can see. It was just lying there abandoned when Ronan found it."
"Very well. Get it fixed up. If Mr Wayne wants his fancy car back, he can come see me."
"Yes sir."
The man left quickly and the room fell into silence.
"Looks like Bruce Wayne had an interesting night. Probably drink driving, right? He probably just wandered off. He's as big a problem as Batman, I wouldn't bat an eye if he was at the bottom of the river."
I stabbed at my trifle, shocked.
"What, ehm, what type of car was it?" I asked casually.
"Oh some black Ferrari, custom job. Finders keepers, right?"
I laughed, "Right!"
That was the car I had taken from Batman. Black, expensive and dumped by the river.
Bruce Wayne was Batman?
I contained myself for the remainder of the meal and when it was over, we thanked Falcone for his hospitality and headed upstairs. We filed into the same room and locked the door.
"I don't believe this," the Joker, pacing the room.
"Maybe it's not Bruce Wayne. Maybe Wayne just has his cars up...wherever it came from...and that's where Batman is. Maybe they're friends," Ivy suggested.
"No. I don't buy that for a second. It's Bruce, I can feel it."
I sat on the bed, still feeling hungry. I couldn't seem to fill myself.
"Harley, the sooner we get this plan into action the better. You need to take us there," Crane instructed. I narrowed my eyes.
"I don't need to take you anywhere. I say we wait a few days, let them think we're scared. Let them think we're hiding and-"
