Batman "Nice work, Alfred." I look down at the sprawled out figure before me. I'm still seeing spots because of that strobe light. I gingerly bend down to take a look at our intruder. Hmmmm...Fascinating little bit of technology here. I take one of his little machines off of his unconscious body and put it on a nearby vase. I touch one of the buttons and it goes straight through the table! "Master Bruce!" Alfred protests. He never did like the destruction of furniture. The vase is still intact, I press another button and it zooms up to the ceiling. The vase shatters against the ceiling. I take note of where my electric eyes are on the walls. So that's how he got this far. Well, this should be fun to play with. "Batman, another intruder." HARDAC now has Angela in a vise-like grip. Oh good grief. He's not hurting her, but she doesn't like it one bit. "Let her go. She belongs here." I take his hands off Angela. "You alright?" "Yeah. What happened?" "Someone broke in. Alfred knocked him out though. He'll be taken care of in a minute or two." "What are you going to do to him?" Angela stares past me at the butler, the body, and the now ruined breakfast. "Take all of his equipment away and place him in the custody of the police with a nice little note attached." I pick up Angela like a little kid and carry her back down in the elevator to the Batcave. She protests. "I'm fine." She seems so small in my arms as I carry her down to her hospital bed. My God, I missed everything. A voice comes up behind us. "No, you're not, young lady. You stay in that bed unitl I say so." I turn. Andrea is standing with her hands on her hips. The girl nods and allows herself to be tucked in. Andrea watches us and gives a sad smile. "Breakfast is going to be delayed. It died an honorable death in action." Andrea actually laughs at that. "Master Bruce?" Alfred calls down on the intercom. "Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes. The 'Grey Ghost' has taken the prowler off the premises and has assured me he is unharmed. I did get the equipment as you asked, sir." "Excellent, Alfred." I turn back toward my "family" and try to prepare myself for a "family breakfast." "One more thing, sir...." I look at the intercom. "A cuscus shipment has gone missing from the Gotham Zoo's warehouse by the docks..." "Does this have anything to do with anything?" "Well, sir...."