"I need you to come with me to one of those stupid Bruce benefit galas, tomorrow." Jaslyn snorts, coming through your living room window, tossing her Red Hood helmet onto your couch. "And I already know I owe you one, but add another one to the list, I don't want to be the only one without a date." She throws herself to the couch, next to you. "What are we watching?"

It's not the first time Jaslyn has asked you to join her, but what you don't know is why she keeps going if she's so bothered.