Something was dreadfully wrong.<br/><br/>The chardonnay had a slightly bitter undercurrent – maybe peppery or oaky – Kathy Kane couldn't decide. And that meant it didn't go with her duck l'orange at all. She made a mental note to find out who was in charge of the restaurant's cellar, and have him fired. It was all very well being a champion of justice, but that justice included well paid wine experts not spoiling her meal.<br/><br/>With a sigh, the statuesque redhead signalled the maitre d'. She'd have to settle for a simpler, less interesting wine tonight. How disappointing. Waiting for the tall man to glide over, she looked out over the water's of where the Sprang river met the Gotham … and at the small lights of one of her city's most infamous landmarks, the island of Arkham Asylum.