"Thank you Alfred. I'll take itin the Bat-Cave." He darted out the door.Robin put her hands on her hips and frowned at Alfred."You look very nice toda..., Miss," the butler said before he left.Robin stamped her pretty little foot and fumed.***One morning Robin was particularly tired from a long night at the club,and the last vestiges of Tim Drake's real personality managed to breakfree from the effects of the mind-control drug. He was disoriented andclueless about what had happened over the last. ” She turned and headed off to the back of the shop, diving into one of the changing rooms. Karen followed, anxious to help, leaving Allison on her own.She looked around her. On one side of the shop a row of hangars carried a wide array of clothes in leather, rubber and PVC, a rack at the far end of the shop carried an array of shoes that all had one thing in common, exceptionally high heels, some with extravagantly high platform soles, some equipped with spikes so numerous or so long that even. He was pretty sure he had been dreaming about something that had happened to him previously. Hammer had somehow fastened a whiteboard to the wall of the cell where he was a prisoner. Not that he was sure he wanted to escape, not if half the people who had come through the room to use his body had been telling the truth. That too he remembered, at least a couple of jumbled weeks during which Hammer’d essentially sold his body to the highest (at least Cal hoped those who used him so foully paid a. She turned to her mother and answered her question. "Yes that's what I thought, mum, but somehow I think he wants his cake and eat it too." Then isn't it a little risky to go to this party tonight?" I have to go mum, I kind of promised Robin and Sarah I'd be there, and you know how much I value there friendship and the fact that they do so enjoy the same things I do. And besides I did kind of promise Robin that if I got the chance I'd make a threesome with him and Sarah. So I guess I'll just.