Cyrus Murphy, a schizophrenic pyromaniac released from Arkham Asylum two months prior. Tonight he held up in a warehouse with a woman gagged and tied to a post. The pentagrams, candles, gasoline, and cultist robes was probably a bad thing. Batwoman already alerted GCPD, but it would take them at least 10min to get there. She perched on the roof top of a building across the street, waiting for him to move just a little closer. He appeared to be reciting something from a aged book, one that looked strangely familiar. But there was no time for that now, Cyrus moved to the window to grab the container of gas. Now was her chance, Batwoman jumped and her cape plumed out into the familiar winged shape. She smashed into the window boots first and ran right into Cyrus. Moments later both of them flew out the 3rd story window in a ball of fire. Thank goodness it was winter because their landing was greeted by a pile of cold icy snow that did a decent job of dousing the flames. With Cyrus incapacitated Batwoman zoomed off on the Batpod before the authorities arrived.

Back at her base, Kate applied generous amounts of aloe on her burns. Good thing she decided to fireproof the cape and wig. It wasn't long until her grandmother called. Surprising, she didn't think old people could stay up this late.

"Katherine dear, you will attend the Wayne wedding tomorrow won't you? He's a friend of the family and you should be there."

"Actually grandma, I was gonna-" Kate looked the the mannequin that stored her Bat-suit. It was burned, torn, ripped, and had a bullet lodged somewhere in it. "Yeah grandma, I'll be there."

"Oh good. I have a lovely dress picked out for you, assuming you didn't put on any weight..."

"Grandma, I have clothes."

"Yes, but I'm talking about proper clothes dear. Something fit for a proper young lady. A proper young _single_ lady. All of Gotham's finest and richest bachelors will be there dear. You need need to make a good impression."

Kate rolled her eyes, her grandma was always trying to set her up. After Kate left the military, her grandmother took it as an opportunity to make a proper lady out of her. "Don't worry, don't worry. I promise I'll wear something nice. I'll see you tomorrow, bye."

Truth be told, this was just thing Kate needed. A moment to let Batwoman rest and work on herself.