Batman '66: Riddle Me Love (Season 01, Episode 01)

Love Connection?

Later that evening, amid Bruce Wayne's upscale social gathering, he couldn't help but notice Lois Lane and Vicki Vale slipping in, fashionably late. With a wry smile, he greeted them, "Well, if it isn't Ms. Lane and Ms. Vale. I'm delighted you could join us."

Lois smiled warmly, extending her hand. "It's a pleasure to formally meet you, Mr. Wayne. We truly appreciate what you and Mr. Grayson did for us over at WGTM the other day."

Bruce chuckled. "Indeed, there's no way The Riddler could have made me choose between two lovely ladies like you," he said, turning his attention to Vicki, who was stunning in a radiant ruby-colored evening gown. "You look absolutely ravishing this evening, Ms. Vale."

Vicki blushed and replied, "Please, you can call me Vicki."

Bruce took Vicki's hand and gave it a gentle, gallant kiss. "I most certainly will, Vicki."

Lois gave Vicki a knowing glance and a playful smile. "How about I let you two get acquainted," she suggested, "and I'll go fetch us some of those hors d'oeuvres that look rather scrumptious."

As Lois slipped away, Bruce locked eyes with Vicki and said with a grin, "Why do I have a sneaking suspicion that your friend is orchestrating some alone time for us on purpose?"

Vicki blushed even deeper, her candid admission flowing freely. "Normally, I'm quite bashful and awkward in situations like this," she confessed, "but the way you and Mr. Grayson bravely faced The Riddler, it stirred something within me. Yes, we did concoct a scheme to secure an invitation to your party. And, I must admit, your presence has truly captivated me."

Bruce smiled warmly at Vicki. "Your efforts certainly paid off," he replied. "It would be my pleasure to escort you this evening and introduce you to all my close associates."

Vicki gently took Bruce's hand, and the two of them approached a lively crowd of partygoers.

On the other side of the main hall, Lois watched with an eager smile, anticipating what was unfolding. To her surprise, Dick Grayson approached her side.

"So, Miss Lane, all the way from Metropolis. Would you care to regale me with tales of the Man of Steel?" he inquired with curiosity.

Lois grinned, matching Dick's playful tone. "Well, hello there, Dick Grayson. Is that your subtle way of hitting on me?" she quipped.

Dick blushed slightly. "I must confess, I'm quite taken with your intelligence and beauty," he admitted. "But I'm afraid you're way out of my league. However, I've been following reports about Superman closely these last few months. Is he as dashing as the stories suggest?"

Lois smiled warmly. "He's truly a marvel to behold, I'd even go so far as to call him the eighth wonder of the world. Much like your city's Batman and Robin," she remarked with admiration.

Dick nodded in agreement. "You're absolutely right," he replied. "And let's not forget Batgirl; without her, none of us might be here right now."

"That's absolutely true," Lois agreed, reaching for two champagne glasses from the mini-bar and handing one to Dick. "A toast, to Batgirl," she proposed with a smile.

"Cheers to Batgirl," Dick Grayson echoed, lightly clinking his glass with Lois', their glasses raised in a toast to the mysterious vigilante.