He glanced to his right and saw Commissioner Gordon fleeing the Mad Hatter’s warehouse lair with the Mayor’s daughter, Catherine, in tow.The kidna...pping of the Mayor’s daughter had gripped the city. It had taken Batman days to find the Hatter’s lair. When he finally did track down where Jervis Tetch was hiding the innocent Catherine, he discovered the college-aged girl wearing a frilly powder blue and white ‘Alice’ dress. She was having tea with the twisted Hatter. Batman had tried to get. Through the dim light in the room, she could see Henry getting dressed. Noticing that she was awake and beginning to rise, he walked over to the bed and gently pushing her back down, he said, with a smile, ‘Oh, no you don’t. You stay in bed. You never get the chance to sleep in, so you’re going to take advantage of the opportunity now.’ He pulled the blankets up to her chin as she stared at him with bewilderment. ‘I’ve arranged for your breakfast to be served to you in bed, so you have to stay. She laughed at me and then told me that we were deep underground, and everything we experienced was artificially generated. Their “sun” had become hotter than ours, and the inhabitants had to go underground where it was cooler. I asked if it didn’t get hotter deeper down, but was told that the planet was so old that the central core was not as hot as ours. “Let’s go back in now”, she said, and so we went back to the building, and entering the main hall, she showed me where go, and then we were. It was about an hour later when there came a knock on my door, a definite female kind of demand for attention, firm yet light of the weight that a male knuckle places upon a door. I lay my Sunday paper on the table beside my cereal and coffee, and stepped through the living room towards the front door, pausing to check on the vidcam that it was indeed a woman at the door.She was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties; slim in the most part, though just beginning to show a middle aged belly.