Todd the Chauffeur

Dick invited Abigale and Agent Orange to set down and eat. He was upfront about Carrie's questions. "I have no clue what her plans are she spoke of nothing but herself and Bruce, after stating our funding would continue. At this point, the only thing I can say is I don't think she has a plan for any of us. Did you also notice she never once ate any food? She moved it around on her plate but she never ate any and she consumed quite a lot of alcohol but never showed any signs of intoxication. With her being liquid metal she may not need to eat. She may not be able to get drunk either. For now, we operate as usual. Someone might want to keep an eye on her under the guise of getting to know her better. She's living out of a hotel, we might consider asking her if she would like to move into Wayne Manor."

Outside the restaurant, Orime was speaking in coded Japanese. Translation: "Father the al Ghuls are at it again. We may need to strike back at them hard. I will contact the Oyabun of Gotham shortly." She hung up and then dialed the Oyabun. Translation: "Akahara the al Ghuls are interfering again. Prepare to mobilize the troops the League of Assassins is the number one priority. The Batfamily is not to be harmed. If I catch a single one of your people interfering with them I will have their head and yours." She hung and started walking towards her hotel. She had only walked half a block when someone stopped her to mug her. The punk was armed only with a knife. She looked at the knife and then at him. She laughed dismissively. This angered the thief. He stabbed her in the stomach. She looked up at him. "Tsk. Tsk." Suddenly his arm was being engulfed by liquid metal. He started to scream. She put a hand over his mouth to shut him up. From there she completely engulfed his body inside of herself. He was screaming. She formed her face on the inside where he could see her. "Shush." He kept screaming so she him in the face with the equivalent force of being slapped hard. He shut up. "Do you know how to drive?" He nodded his head. "This is your lucky day. I am looking for a driver. You will be paid handsomely but cross me even once and you will regret it for the rest of your days. Cross me bad enough you will beg for death but death will not come. Do you understand me?" He nodded his head. "Good. Come with me." She extricated herself from him. "From this point on your name is...Todd." He started to say what his actual name was. "Shut up Todd. Who you were is dead, that person was a loser who was going to end up dead sooner rather than later." She took Todd to a clothing store and bought him several suits appropriate for a chauffeur.