‘Ah, you’re up,’ said Hatra. She stretched tall, both hands on her lower back, and groaned as a soft crack replied. ‘I had a look around for s...me Vocal robes but I didn’t have much luck. The only thing I could find in the market that was any sort of similar was this cloak.’ Hatra rummaged through the box and pulled out a long, woolen cloak that had been dyed a murky green. Even at a glance, Phyre could see that the hood was much shorter than the Vocal length. It would barely reach past her. ‘Come on Robin, you’re not blind and you’re not a fool. You’ve been close enough to the inner circle to know what goes on.’ She looked at him appraisingly for a moment, as if making up her mind whether to continue. When she did speak Robin felt a trifle shocked at her bluntness. ‘We’ve been friends for a long time and in the light of what I’m going to ask you shortly I’ll be frank with you. I’m only for breeding and parading in public.’ She paused again for a moment then said, ‘I play the. He wouldn’t speak to me for weeks.”Diana squeezed her hand. “You do that when you’re ready and have found the right person. Not until then. Don’t let anyone pressure you into it. There is certainly nothing wrong with waiting until you’re married.”“But I have found the right one. I’ve known it since I was thirteen. That’s the reason I wouldn’t do it with anyone else.”Diana smiled. “What’s wrong? Does he have a girlfriend?”“No,” Ann sighed, then quietly added, “He has a wife.”Oh, Shit. Then. I can assure you that you will never be mistaken for him. Come with me, if you please,” Alfred says, gliding away.Barbara groans and hurries after him. It’s not just Bruce; pretty much everyone is taller and has longer legs than she does. Alfred leads her to the workbench on a lower level. Cages are full of Bruce’s equipment. A pair of steel doors leads to his wardrobe. Not far away, the glass cases containing all the old uniforms are lined up.Barbara’s first one is there. It’s the only uniform.