Part One
Barry Allen awoke with a gasp.
Jolting himself into an upright position, he looked down at himself to see that he was still wearing his Flash suit; the helmet still left retracted from his head, exposing his true identity.
Lying beside him was Kara Danvers, his friend from an alternate Earth where she was popularly known by her moniker, "Supergirl."
"Kara," he called to her, nudging her shoulder as many times it took to wake her.
She finally did in the same manner as Barry.
"W-What?!" She uttered in a daze. "What happened?!"
Barry shook his head with great uncertainty. "I…don't know. Last thing I remember was being in Min's T.A.R.D.I.S., heading back home to our Earths, and then everything literally went hazy."
The two heroes stood up, looking over the rooftop structure they found themselves atop of and then to the bleak-looking skyline ahead of them.
"This isn't Central City," Barry noted.
"Neither National City," Kara stated.
"No, it's Gotham City…and you two weirdoes are on private property."
Barry and Kara reflected to the teenaged voice griping at them.
There stood a girl with pale skin, short curly chestnut hair, and green eyes. She looked a bit grungy in a leather biker jacket, ripped jeans, knee-high boots, fingerless biker gloves, and a dark gray hoodie with steampunk-style goggles pushed up in her hair.
"W-We're sorry," Barry stammered. "We'll be on our way."
"Yeah," the girl begrudgingly muttered. "Go somewhere else to do your weird cosplay."
Barry was already on his way out, yet Kara remained firm where she stood.
"Wait," she said, addressing the girl. "Did you say we're in Gotham City?"
The girl frowned questionably at her. "What plane did you jump out of? Of course, this is Gotham City."
"This is where my cousin's friend lives," Kara beamed. "Bruce Wayne."
"You think he can help us?" Barry asked her.
"Oh, I know he will," Kara vouched. "The only problem now is finding where he lives…specifically in this Earth."
"Yo, weirdoes!" The girl redirected their attention back on her. "Not that I care whatever kinky business you got going on, but if you're lookin' for Bruce, I know where you can find him. There's just one thing you've got to do."
Barry accepted with a casual shrug. "Sure. What is it?"
"Change out of those ridiculous Halloween costumes," the girl demanded. "I don't wanna be caught dead walking the streets with you guys wearing all that."
Having a change of suitable street clothes, provided by their new friend Selina Kyle, Barry and Kara were brought to Wayne Manor, home of Bruce Wayne.
With Selina's help, they snuck right in.
No one appeared to be home at first, but then they heard loud grunts from one of the adjoining rooms.
"Is that someone being attacked?" Barry wondered.
"Could be," Selina said. "Happens a lot here."
Not taking any chances, Barry and Kara rushed ahead, with a reluctant Selina following them close behind.
Stumbling in the manor's greenhouse, they found a man fighting a young boy.
Without a second thought, Barry super sped across the room, tackling the man away from the boy and pinning him to the floor.
Stunned by the spectacle of his metahuman abilities, Selina asked, "How did you just move like that?!"
The young boy Barry saved even asked, "A-Are you one of Indian Hill's experiments?"
"Indian what?!" A baffled Barry said. "I'm sorry for surprising you guys like this, but I just couldn't stand by while this man was attacking a kid."
"On the contrary, my dear young fellow," the man told Barry in a thick English accent. "Master Bruce and I were merely training. So, if you wouldn't mind getting your knee off my spleen."
Barry did as the man requested, even helping him back on his feet.
"Good show," he said before offering his hand to Barry. "Alfred Pennyworth, at your service."
"Barry Allen," the speedster returned.
The young boy, who they realized to be Bruce Wayne, addressed to Selina, "Who are these people?"
"I thought I knew, up 'til now," a shell-shocked Selina responded.
"Bruce?" Kara referred to the boy. "You're Bruce Wayne?"
"Yes," he confirmed. "Who are you?"
"I'm Kara Danvers," she said. "You're a friend of my cousin…Superman?"
Bruce cringed at the name. "Who?!"
In a dim, smoky alleyway outside Gotham's hottest nightclub, "Club Infinite," the club owners – the Curtsinger Sisters – delightedly monitored the brutal assault of a Puerto Rican hoodlum named Basco by their heavies.
Basco was sent by Barbara Kean and Tabitha Galavan to deliver a message: "Close down business or we'll close it for ya!"
Club Infinite was The Sirens' biggest competition, and it was dampening Kean and Galavan's operations.
However, the Curtsinger Sisters did not take kindly to threats.
This prompted the beat down Basco currently suffered.
After nearly beaten to a bloody pulp, the elder Curtsinger sister called off her heavies and asked the hoodlum, "Now what're you gonna go back and tell that homicidal ex-housewife?"
His jaw practically shattered, Basco relayed the new message:
"Min and Maureen Curtsinger are the new Dames of Gotham, and your time's up."
Min Curtsinger smiled with satisfaction. "Now apologize for not being a gentleman when you so rudely waltzed into our establishment."
"I'm s-sorry for n-not being a g-gentleman," Basco stammered.
"When you so rudely waltzed into our establishment?"
"W-When I so rudely waltzed into y-your establishment."
Min petted his head like a dog. "Good boy."
"Now break his legs, boys," Maureen ordered the heavies, who proceeded on with the command, breaking every bone in the hoodlum's lower appendages with aluminum bats. The Curtsinger Sisters watched on flippantly.
