”“Shego, wait!” Drakken cried as Shego grabbed him by the arm, shot a grappling hook through the glass window and pulled the two of them up to t...e roof where their hovercar waited for them.“Seriously, who the heck was that guy? He seemed a lot crazier then the people we normally deal with.” Cyborg asked as everyone watched as Drakken and Shego sped away.“Yeah, he didn’t even want to fight. He wanted that girl to fight for him.” Beast Boy added.“And what’s wrong with a girl fighting?” Raven. She said, ‘Indeed. Such as you may. I shall await you.’ This is proving more interesting than I hoped. I went to the car and retrieved my earlier outfit. John offered to carry the pile of clothing, which surprised me. I declined, with thanks. He led me to a room, with a half bath across the hallway. I did some perfunctory washing, concentrating on removing the make up. None was better than too much. I redid some eye liner and a slight touch of lip color. The room, my room it seemed, was frilly. . "Juvenile is the word you are attempting to deny, Holmes," hesaid aloud, not at all surprised to hear a voice markedlydifferent from his own issue forth from his mouth."No, that's not right either," Holmes realized, still speakingaloud, trying to understand the changes in his voice. "My face,even when I was much younger, never looked like *that*! In fact,this face looks like none of the men of my lineage, as recordedin the paintings in Mycroft's old house. Which means thatwhatever has. She smiled at me and said, "Nice to meet you Amber, I really like your shoes." I blushed beyond belief; it felt my face was on fire. I couldn't quite get the nerve to say thank you so I just smiled instead.As soon as our drinks arrived, we downed our shot and I started to work immediately on my drink. Within a few minutes, Jake and Alana arrived and Trista explained that they would be joining us for dinner. The dinner went well, all things considered. Trista kept making sure that my drink was.