Batman: Hour of the Bat Ch. 55More Like This
Veronica Vreeland woke to the scent of lilacs and a bright white light. She took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of her favorite flower. She remembered what happened the night before and was afraid to look at herself until she heard a voice.
"Hey." She recognized the voice and looked up, seeing Bruce Wayne sitting in a chair at the foot of her bed. "Good to see you're finally awake."
"Good to see you so early, Bruce…" He smiled.
"Who sleeps anymore anyway?" Veronica chuckled and laid back down.
"Bruce, I need you to do me a favor…"
"Sure, anything…What is it?"
"I need you to be honest with me…How do I look?"
"Completely honest?" She nodded. "Same, classy, mid-fifties pin-up girl looks you've always had, right down to the mole on your cheek." Veronica looked for herself and saw he was right. "Why?"
"That flower…from the fundraiser…sprayed something on me that knocked me out, and when I woke up, I was all withered and deformed like one of the mummies at the Gotham Museum. I could swe