They're hot because they can buy you any sexyclothes that you want. That's what makes them hot."Wynne furrowed her brow, thinking about what Lana had ...aid. It didn'tseem quite right to Wynne. She recalled that she hadn't been a bigsupporter of people being revered for their money, but Lana seemed sosure, so maybe she was right. Wynne looked over again at another of themen that Lana had pointed to. He was overweight and visibly sweating inthe heat of the club. His table however was punctuated. Before they could retarget their prey, Batman was on the closest of them. A solid right cross found a glass jaw and he dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Before the thug hit the ground, Batman had somersaulted across the room, delivering a double kick to the midsection of gunman number two.Taking only a few moments to snap Bat-cuffs on the two of them, Batman raced down the corridor to the central hall where he knew the Taylor Collection to be displayed. There, he knew, he would find. "Who approached you to betray President Dryden?"What did they demand of you, and what did they offer you in exchange?" Why didn't you immediately turn this information over to the Secret Service?" How were you paid?"What did you do with the money?"What was your next assignment?"Why should we believe you?"Bam, Bam, Bam. They kept hitting her with question after question, giving her no time to even frame an answer before hitting her with the nest, and the next.Samantha finally cracked.The tears. He wondered if he might get to widen his available store of information with Prudence.Prudence, as it turned out, had been thinking about her unfaithful soon-to-be ex-husband, over in Europe. She was tortured by visions of him and his no-doubt young tart, clasped together, making the beast with two backs ... making a baby in her ... instead of in Prudence, where it belonged. She had seen Bobby naked before, and it only made things worse. Or better. It depended on how she looked at it. Right.