Danvidar

The phone's ringing echoed throughout the Batcave. Dick and Bruce turned to look at it in unison. Since Bruce was already standing up, he strolled over to the rather archaic-looking rotary phone to answer it. *Looking* was the operative term there—while the dialing system was skeuomorphic, the phone set displayed the caller ID as "Arthur Cranston" and the phone itself was cordless. "It's from Cranston," Bruce said. "I don't think it's for Robin or Huntress..." Dick nodded. "Go ahead, answer." Bruce picked up the phone. "Hello?" he asked. "Yes... it's me." He looked over at Dick, who was still sitting at the computer. "...no, he's asleep right now." Bruce listened for a few moments. "It's okay. Why are you calling?" A few more moments. "That's... an aggressive demand." Dick raised an eyebrow, curious. Who was Bruce talking about? Bruce inhaled sharply. "We can make it. I'll wake Dick and tell him once I hang up. What's she hiring us for?" Bruce listened for more than a minute

The phone's ringing echoed throughout the Batcave. Dick and Bruce turned to look at it in unison. Since Bruce was already standing up, he strolled over to the rather archaic-looking rotary phone to answer it. *Looking* was the operative term there—while the dialing system was skeuomorphic, the phone set displayed the caller ID as "Arthur Cranston" and the phone itself was cordless. "It's from Cranston," Bruce said. "I don't think it's for Robin or Huntress..." Dick nodded. "Go ahead, answer." Bruce picked up the phone. "Hello?" he asked. "Yes... it's me." He looked over at Dick, who was still sitting at the computer. "...no, he's asleep right now." Bruce listened for a few moments. "It's okay. Why are you calling?" A few more moments. "That's... an aggressive demand." Dick raised an eyebrow, curious. Who was Bruce talking about? Bruce inhaled sharply. "We can make it. I'll wake Dick and tell him once I hang up. What's she hiring us for?" Bruce listened for more than a minute

The phone's ringing echoed throughout the Batcave. Dick and Bruce turned to look at it in unison. Since Bruce was already standing up, he strolled over to the rather archaic-looking rotary phone to answer it. *Looking* was the operative term there—while the dialing system was skeuomorphic, the phone set displayed the caller ID as "Arthur Cranston" and the phone itself was cordless. "It's from Cranston," Bruce said. "I don't think it's for Robin or Huntress..." Dick nodded. "Go ahead, answer." Bruce picked up the phone. "Hello?" he asked. "Yes... it's me." He looked over at Dick, who was still sitting at the computer. "...no, he's asleep right now." Bruce listened for a few moments. "It's okay. Why are you calling?" A few more moments. "That's... an aggressive demand." Dick raised an eyebrow, curious. Who was Bruce talking about? Bruce inhaled sharply. "We can make it. I'll wake Dick and tell him once I hang up. What's she hiring us for?" Bruce listened for more than a minute

The Queen's Crown tournament had reached the end of the first round at long last. Sixteen maidens had claimed the corrupt powers of the crowns and used them to battle against one another. Yet as the gateways of light brought them back to the beautiful golden building they had been summoned to, only eight returned. "Welcome, brave challengers! You've successfully managed to enforce your wills and brought yourselves victory! Well done, well done!" the host of the tournament cheered. Chaos Blade Quanta, the mysterious machine woman who had brought them together. Clad in a classy black and white suit she looked equal parts dapper and shady. Truly, she had the air of a businesswoman. The eight victors appeared one after another. The golden tailed shrine maiden fox, Tamamo-no-Mae. The wicked clown-like ringmaster, Aqua. The maid turned haughty noblewoman, Sakuya Izayoi. The haughty mecha pilot turned maid, Asuka Langley Soryu. The demonic plant maiden, Velvet Crowe. The red hot blazing