You demand answers of Raven Woman, to hell with the chain of command!

"Okay. I can do the passive aggressive emo teenager routine, to, if you want." you say, your nostrils flaring as you rest your hands on your shapely hips.

Raven woman doesn't seem perturbed. "I'm more like a mall goth, really." she says, taking her feet off the desk and stretching both her arms and the feathery black wings emerging from her back.

"Practically every picture I've ever seen you in, you're next to La Petite Mort. I've seen you two talking all the time. Ergo, you know that our suits have micro-cameras and sensors all over them. Ergo, you know that I probably saw Red Balloon here using her tits as static electricity generators and frying all of the demons you'd summoned into that chamber outside."

Of course, Raven Woman's response is painfully lackadaisical. "Oh, yeah. The janitors in this League have a really tough job. Sucks to be the guys who had to deal with that mess. Have they finished cleaning up out there, then?"

"Wait, you saw that?" Balloon squeaks, but you ignore her. Deepening your frown, you do your best to stare this winged sorceress down. "You do remember me from the pride rally that Beast Beauty and her bastard dirty cop friends tried to ruin, right? And how I met the playing-card themed villains the 'Full House gang' there? The very same ones who report back to the psycho psychic bitch in the Wonderland Warriors who tried to cut my head off a few hours ago?"

"Not surprising you saw them there. They're homosexual. Except the fat one. She's more... homoflexible?" she says with the barest hint of a shrug. "Also. Yeah. I heard you beat Queen of Hearts. Nice job. Mort's sonic blast glove seems like it's pretty great."

As much as you thought you could keep your temper under control for once in your life, Raven Woman is rapidly getting your goat with breathtaking economy of effort. You grit your teeth. "And I am none other than the superheroine Nightingale! There, secret identity spoiled forever! I AM Nightingale, the very same one who chucked those annoying siblings in jail days beforehand, only to hear that they had been released under your sponsorship for 'community service'! Without even a fucking trial!"

With a very drawn out, weary sigh, Raven woman slumps forward and puts her chin in her hands lazily. "Thank you for the summary of recent events, it's not really necessary. I knew your mother pretty well, who you were was never a mystery to me. I do have another time-sensitive call I need to make within the hour here, and I need to finish this movie first. And I hate fast-forwarding. Could you get to the point please?"

"Being that you're in charge of everything and aware of all this," your voice is raising higher and higher to painful volumes, "you also recall that I, Nightingale, found that the mob boss who the Full House gang was trying to kill was, in actuality, a magical, shadowy, bird-like demon creature, who was watching over a teenage girl who he revealed as the deceased King's bastard daughter who he had kept secret from his family! And that this criminal, King, had been blackmailed and driven to take his own life by the demon's so-called mistress!"

Breaking eye contact with you, Raven Woman begins inspecting her jet black fingernails idly. "That could have been anyone's magical, shadowy bird-like demon disguised as a mob boss. And anyone's illegitimate spawn by way of a notorious supervillain. Hey, that makes Queen of Spades a cuck, doesn't it? No, I think the proper word is cuckquean. Cucq? With a q at the end? Is that a word?"

You can't control yourself any more and throw up your hands in frustration. "AND his bodyguard was a supervillain who'd been released from jail to work in YOUR so-called spinoff program!"

"Ooh." Raven Woman's eyebrow moves upward a fraction of an inch. "Guess he blew his second chance, then. Good job kicking his ass, Thunderbird-slash-Nightingale. Whichever bird you are today. So anyway, what can I help you with?"

Righteous indignation deflating, you realize you're just battering yourself against a smug stone wall, here. You've gotten it all out in the open, and not only has nothing changed, but you've pretty much humiliated yourself.