Switching places

Ramsey's voice crackles through the phone. "And the only way you can get out of this is if you listen. Robin, all I want is for you to be safe. So don't worry, we have a plan. Just do whatever the spy says, okay?"

Robin glances over at her look-alike, at the apparent spy, her brow furrowed with skepticism.

But she agrees anyway. "Okay."

There's a brief pause, and when Ramsey speaks again, his voice is tinged with melancholy.

"I can't wait to see you, Robin."

Robin swallows hard, her throat tight with emotion. "Me too," she says, her voice barely audible.

The line goes dead, and she brings the phone down, staring at it for a long moment before handing it back to the spy.

After a few quiet minutes, Robin lifts her head and meets the other woman's gaze. "What do I have to do?" she asks.

The spy lifts one eyebrow. "Strip," she says, deadpan.

Robin sputters, scandalized. "Excuse me?!"