Bruce Wayne never thought that the most challenging disguise mission in his life would not be in the garden of Poison Ivy, nor in the underground casino of Penguin, but in a cat maid cafe with dreamy lights and weird atmosphere.

He looked down at the black lace apron on his body, and then looked at the pair of black cat ears standing on his head in disbelief in the mirror. There was silence for a full ten seconds.

"One penny." He whispered into the headset, "Start Plan B. Blow up this building."

The old butler sighed helplessly from the other side of the headset: "Master, this is for Damian's school charity sale, you promised it yourself."

Bruce fell into a brief contemplation.

He can deal with lunatics, criminal groups, and the end of the world, but he can't refuse his son's eyes that said "Didn't you say you would support me?"

So he walked out of the locker room and stood upright at the front desk, with an elegant posture and full aura, like walking on the red carpet.

"Welcome back." He said expressionlessly.