Batgirl was injured. Badly.
Nightwing was worried.
What with Batman on an off-world mission, he had a right to.
Robin was at his side, worry etched on his face. Black Canary had just told them that she might go into a coma despite her injuries.
Of course Nightwing and Robin would freak out. Green Arrow, who was aiding Black Canary and Agent A (Alfred) treat the female Bat's wounds, had called the Justice League using their way of communicating, but the Birds beat him to it by contacting Batman through his special line. They're expecting their father now.
And of course, Batman would come. No one hurts his family.
"What happened?" asked the worried man. Nightwing gulped. "Mission injuries." said the blue bird.
(Flashback)
"Team, I have a mission for you." said Nightwing when everyone had gathered. "And where would that be?" asked Batgirl. "Always the detective aren't you?" teased Rocket, who was joining the mission. Batgirl shrugged. "I'm a Bat. It's what Bats do."
"Gotham." answered Nightwing. Batgirl's and Robin's eyes widened. Robin and Batgirl looked at Nightwing, talking in their own way, without speaking.
'Patrol, isn't it?' was the meaning of Batgirl's look. Nightwing smirked, and nodded. Robin gave them a look, that said, 'Let's see how long they can survive in big ol' Gotham.' They exchanged evil smirks. The Team was uneasy. They know, that whenever the room is deathly quiet, and the Bats are exchanging looks and smirks, it was NOT good.
And so they went to Gotham for patrol. Two muggings, three bank robberies and four weapon switchings, yup. Same old Gotham.
Until a maniac comes up. The sick laughter echoes through the city. Joker.
"Hello, kiddies! Uncle J's missed ya! Especially the Batbrats! Hahaha!"
"Joker." the three Bats growled. Joker grinned evilly, and set off a smoke bomb. He kidnapped Batgirl.
The Team searched the city for Batgirl, and finally found her in a warehouse near the docks. In bad condition.
She was in a metal chair, body dripping wet and a big, crimson red, blood stain seeping at her clothes. She was badly injured. And unconscious. Robin ran to her, and kept pressure on her wound, while Superboy carried her to the Bioship's med lab.
Nightwing came on board soon after, holding a piece of paper. Robin and Nightwing studied it. The note said,
'Hey kiddies!
See, Bratgirl here has gone through some serious torture, but she's strong! You should be proud!
Well, see here. She got electrocuted, then I dipped her in ice cold water, and then I stabbed her! Oh, what fun!
I suggest you treat her immediately!
-Uncle J with smiles!'
(End Flashback)
"Joker's gonna pay for what he did" growled Batman.
A loud moan issued from Batgirl, as she started to stir. The three male Bats rushed to their comrade.
"Ugh.. It hurts so bad.." she muttered.
Nightwing let out a sigh of relief as his best friend woke up.
"Of course it does, Babs." he said, as he kissed her forehead. Batgirl smirked at him.
"I see you've taken a liking, Pixie Boots." she teased.
"Oh, I have." confessed the hero. "I have since we were nine."
They smiled at each other. They were officially called, 'Us'.