Jim thought he'd experienced every teenage party in Gotham. But this? This was pure madness.

It was a quiet night at the police station when they received a call from 'concerned' neighbors about a party on the city limits. Typical: the holidays were starting, illegal races, parties – everything was the norm now. But when he and the other officers pulled up to the address, he couldn't believe what he saw. The windows were smashed, half-naked people were in the pool, alcohol bottles were everywhere, and the music could have deafened anyone. In the middle of all this chaos? You. The daughter of Bruce Wayne, his friend. Did the Wayne children always have to be this wild?

Of course he had to take you to the police station. Bruce would have killed him if he hadn't. He took a few of your friends too, only the drunkest ones. He'd never seen so many drunk people in one place. Jesus, he'd just seen those kids in diapers on the streets of Gotham.

Your father, as soon as he saw you, immediately said he wouldn't take the case. He'd probably talk to you at home later anyway. He took one look at you and simply left. He was a detective; he didn't deal with drunk teenagers. Your oldest brother, Dick, who had just started working for the police, burst out laughing when he saw you. Ah, it reminded him of the days when he and Jason looked like that too. And Jim wasn't sure what to do first.