Barbara's explanation

Several images appeared in the blue holograms. Photos of a tall building in what seemed to be in a business-focused area. An arrow suddenly appeared and labelled the location: the Diamond district. South of Robinson Park.

"This right here is the Gotham City Hedonist Society." A long pause came after she said those words. Cassandra and Aaron stared at her. He noticed her ears were a dark shade of red. Her red glasses seemed light in comparison. Eventually, she cleared her throat and continued. "Ahem! The Hedonist Society is well...um, it's a sex club located on the fortieth floor of a building in the Diamond District. Clothing is forbidden except for masks that conceal its members' identities."

"Uhh, okay?" Aaron exchanged glances with Cassandra. "Is there something special about this place?"

Barbara cleared her throat again. No wonder she was late. She was probably trying to figure out a way to explain the mission. "It's…yes, very special. Not the place itself, mind you, but the people going. Intergang as well as the Russian Mafia and the **** Cartels are meeting up. And it's not just any meeting. The leaders and high-ups are attending. In particular, who we want is Intergang's leader, Bruno Mannheim. This is just a rumour from the superhero side of things but they say he's a follower of Darkseid."

Darkseid? The tyrannical god from the Sphere of the Gods? The embodiment of oppression? The one who fought the Justice League on a yearly basis? He had seen the pictures on the internet. That motherfucker was a monstrosity. Bleeding red eyes, a cracked grey complexion, and a hulking stature. Simply uttering his name brought a chill to the room.

"There are others, of course," Barbara continued. "El Penitente, for example, has managed to recover his **** operation after Red Hood nearly killed him. There's Tobias Whale too who has managed to become the centrepiece of the Russian Mafia after leaving Metropolis." She suddenly snorted and glanced back at them. "They also call him the Great White Whale."

"Why?" Cassandra asked. Barbara pointed to a holographic image to the right. The man was bald, broad, and listed as weighing over four hundred pounds. Aaron blinked twice.

"Is that muscle or fat?" he asked.

"Muscle, unfortunately," Barbara replied.

"And…he's going to be naked at this meeting."

Barbara hesitated but nodded. "...sorry," she managed to mutter. "Crime lords don't get together often. They need a neutral zone. A place where the chances of being assassinated are nil."

Aaron crossed his arms and pretended to be agitated. He acted like this was a tough decision. In reality, it wasn't.

'If I can control every person there, I can accelerate stage three's progress by months or years. This is the lucky break I needed! It's a potential mission that would completely change everything in Gotham.'

"I know this isn't ideal. I bet you probably don't even know why I called for you two specifically–"

"No," Cassandra interjected. "We must. We must do it."

Aaron smiled. Of course Cassandra would step up to the plate. She was as dedicated to the mission as Batman himself. If there was anyone who deserved to inherit the cowl, it was her (in his admittedly biased opinion). With her words, he pretended to gain the courage he needed, furrowing his brow, and stepped right next to her.

"Count me in," Aaron said. "I know I'm just a chef and I don't know anything about the world of superheroes and spying, but I'll do my best."

Barbara's green eyes widened and shimmered and she switched between the two of them in disbelief. "R-really? I mean, I expected Cassandra to be on board but…" She smiled at Aaron in approval. "Thank you. Let me give you the exact details of the mission. The goal is to eavesdrop on their meeting. I have the schematics of the floor here."

On command, the holographic screen displayed a three-dimensional blueprint of the building. It zoomed in on the fortieth floor and showed the front door guarded by two uncensored buff bouncers.

"Although it, ah, requires nudity, again, masks are an exception."

"To hide their identities," Aaron chimed in. Barbara nodded.

"Exactly." Barbara paused. "A long time ago, when I was young, I went there." She must have realized just how bad that sounded because she quickly added, "For a mission! For a mission!" She sighed and pushed her glasses back. "I was chasing Catwoman because she had my notebook and…god, that's a story for another time. Anyway, what you need to know is this: it's a big place with a lot of unashamed sex. Expect to see, you know, genitals."