Picture a large theater.

Not the one you would normally attend, an abandoned one that's falling apart. Inside the theater is a stage and people. Not the kind of people that are friendly, people that would kill without a second thought:

Two-face, a man with one side of his face scarred, stood with his men as they glared at:

Penguin, a mob boss.

And Black mask, another crime boss.

And a heavily muscled Brazilian man.

And a large clay monster.

And a man with a ventriloquist doll.

And a mercenary.

And a man in green who walked in just now. "...Will you please stop glaring at each other like pack dogs?!" The riddler shouted. Two face didn't even blink. "Not until whoever invited us comes."

"Did you really think they'd stop?" Deathstroke yawned.

"No, but it was worth the try."

"AND, it will be worth the wait!" They all turned to see a man in the Doorway. The man had bright green hair, heavily greased to points. He wore something similar to the riddler, only purple with a green vest. They all tensed as they noticed his white skin and wide red lips that were pulled into a grin. It was the Joker. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAA! Greeting, fellow chaps! Two-face, nice to see you!"

"Get out of my face clown!" He growled.

"...which one, coin boy?" Harvey paused, taking in the Joke rather slowly. He scowled soon after while almost everyone else chuckled.

"HOOO-HOO-HOO-HA HAAA! Oh, I love that joke! Cracks me up all the time! heh heh!" Joker grinned.

"Just tell us what you've brought us here for." Two-face grumbled like a rabies ridden bear.

"Hmm, where to start...oh yes! All of you in here,including me, are valued chaps of mine! You enjoy a good robbery, I enjoy a robbery! You like hostage situations, I like them too! Why Facey and Blackey here have enjoyed my company!"

"You burned half of my face off...but I GUESS that's a good thing."

"You held me at gunpoint, tied me up in a van and nearly burned me to ashes! Not to mention killing my men with a glass!"

"And who gave me the glass? Exactly. Besides, I'm a skilled person. But back to the matter at hand...you see I...well, we have a problem. As you know the most recent member of The Bat family has been most troublesome, which is shocking for a guy like me! Heh! With her wisecracking and taunting about us, how stupid she says we are, how handso e i am, how she says I'm the greatest villain of all ti..."

The clown Prince of crime noticed the expressions of the criminals and straightened his hair. " She's Batgirl the 2nd, but i like to think of her as BatBlonde! Dent here is VERY familiar with her after she toppled his raining poisonous coins gag."

"You bet I am familiar." Two-face flipped his coin. "But what makes you think we'll make her beg for mercy with the likes of you?"

"For once, we agree on somethin'?" Clayface declared gruffly.

The Joker's smile grew wider. "And that's the good part, my mudcake friend! I'm offering a reward!"

Black mask and Penguin rolled their eyes, starting to walk towards the exit. "Reward? From you? Preposterous." Oswald commented.

"Another thing we agree on." Bane pointed out.

"Gee...I should read the news more often. I didn't realize 850 billion in cash was preposterous!" The Joker chuckled at how fast everyone looked at him.

"...you're joking." Riddler said.

"Oh I assure you, my twin in green, It's no joke. That's what I'm willing to give INDIVIDUALLY for your help in taking down one of Batman's bratty daughters."

"Just for Her?!" Clayface asked in shock.

"Yep! For helping making her Dead, you get 800 million dollars! And bringing her alive to moi: 1 trillion! HA HA HA HAAAAA!"

Silence reigned as everyone grinned at the idea. Then riddler spoke up.

"Just two questions. One, what would you need Bratgirl alive for?"

"We're going have a nice laugh. It will be the most painful joke involving a crowbar and a rope...but we'll have a NICE giggle or two." The expression Joker had looked like he wanted to laugh his head clean off, but he eerily kept silent." What was the second question?"

"Well, how am I your twin? I'm a riddler. You're a Joker! You make jokes."

"Well..." Joker paused, scratching his head. "It's hard to explain. Uh, Penguin? You both speak like scientists. Explain it."

"What he means is...well, you're more like cousins. Some riddles are funny, and some Jokes are more like questions."

"Oh."

Stephanie's eyes opened slowly this morning. Her big green orbs immediately registered the sunlight's familiar bright glow and then the added blue of the sky. The sixteen year old slowly moved herself to be in a sitting position on top of her pillow, her back against the wooden railing. The railing that belonged to her...uncle Alfred, since she was staying at her apartment with no furniture for awhile, so she had recieved it from him and promptly yawned from the comfort of her bed. With an unlady like scratch to her side, Jubilee leaped out of bed and walked over to her mirror that hung on the wall loosely, where she examined her facial features. Same sparkling eyes. Same electric yellow hair that hung limp from her head. Same cute curve in her nose. Same pinchable cheeks. Same pillowy pink lips. He brought her hands up to lightly comb back a few wild strands of herand rub off the dried trail of drool from her chin. She gave herself a practiced smirk and began going over her same 5'7 body.

...scratch that. Same SEXY body. Steph thought confidently.

"Well Steph ol girl, time for another day."" She mumbled. "And just hopefully, get a raise at my job..."

So, with another slightly depressed sigh, the young girl plodded towards her guest room door. Hopefully a little cereal would bring her chin up a bit.

"YAAAAUGH!"

Apparently, her slightly older friend had been on her way to give Stephanie something during her morning jog(since she was a total athletaholic), because she was greeted by the sight of Cassandra Cain and her tendency to somehow startle people.

Cass is 5'7 tall, with fair peach colored skin, thin pink lips, boyish, (and for the moment) extremely scruffy black hair with shining streaks, big brown eyes, and lavender eye shadow. In terms of her attire, she is most notably found wearing a dark gray leather jacket, fashionably ripped dark gray leggings with violet patches, underneath a pair of black shorts with red highlights, a white shirt, black trainers with blue on them, and bare-knuckle gloves. Of course now, she's wearing her black buttoned up jammies.

"WOAH! Oh...oh geez..." The Blonde placed a hand over her heart tightly.

"Sorry..." GoGo said slowly, reminding Stephanie of the fact that Cass was new to speaking. "Brought Doughnuts. For you."

Stephanie grinned at her, grateful for the sugar supply to keep her moving thruought the day . "Awww, if we were biological sisters i would so love you right now."

"Dont let...that stop you." Cass grinned back as happy as a miner finding gold and handed Steph the small paper bag. "You have...work?"

"Mmhmm! Tim is meeting. Me at. The park!"

"Oh..." The blonde pouted just barely, her mind imagining Cass and her recently announced boyfriend jogging together. Lucky them, being all happy together and what not...but that left herself out. In facr, she was the bachelor of The Batfamily, which was surprising for a family that held Jason Todd. The only other bachie was her 'little brother' Damian, who claimed girls were immoral and that they would never be with him. She could just imagine how bad he was going to feel when he hit puberty. probably as bad as she felt.

"You okay?"

"Huh?" Stephanie snapped back into reality. "Oh yeah. Im perfectly fine."

Cassandra didn't look convinced, but she didn't press Steph for answers. "Okay...I'm gonna go. Bye!"

The Blonde nodded, slowly closing the door. "Buh Bye!"

As usual when it comes to black outs, he awoke with a breif throbbing headache.

He awoke in the middle of the totally unfamiliar street dazed and confused. The last thing he remembered was defeating another round of ugly thugs before he just...passed out. Then travelling through some kind of...Enormous slide made up of blue and purple. It was almost like a ride at a really expensive theme park, only the irrational fear of losing your life was released with the now totally rational fear of losing it.

He sighed as he got up, quipping instinctively. "Well, thanks for riding the stomach twister, ladies and gents. You were a real treat pleasing. Please wait until the street stops spinning before exiting the left of the vehicle...come back real soon..."

'Hmm...Doesn't look like New York...Or Boston. Or any city I've ever visited before. Crummy, scumm, and dark...Daredevil would be right at home here. Wait a minute...' Spider-Man broke from his thoughts and looked down to see that his suit was slightly torn, possibly from the fall. 'Greeeeeat...now I gotta play grandma and sew this up...or wasn't sow? Sewed?'

Spider-Man followed a noise into a dark alley, which he knew were going to be common around here. He wasn't too surprised to see a hulking, muscular reptilian man had cornered what looked like a teenage girl into a corner. The reptilian figure had brow/green skin and wore no shirt, but he did wear a pair of torn plaid pants...and a huge tail to boot. "Oh come now...Crocs gotta eat girly. An don't worry...I'm a fastest eater..."

"WOW!" Spidey pretended to be surprised at the croc dude."OOOOOH MY GOSH! IT'S A REAL LIFE NUMBSKULL! Wow! They told me idiots only come out to look for a brain! Wow, I gotta take pic of this narley croc! Everyone's gonna like me on Twitter...Though I gotta make some friends wherever here is first...HEY GREEN 'N STUPID! DOOOOO YOUUU SPEEEAK ENGLIIIIISH? DOOO YOUUU KNOOOW WHEEERE III AAAAAM?!"

Killer Croc grumbled like some brutish bear, scratching his claws against the brick walls known as his chin. "You're in Gotham, ya little gnat. Soon to be in my stomach!"

Killer Croc charged Spider-Man who used his webs to jump over him, kicking him in the thug's huge back and sending the Croc crashing into a wall. "Actually I'm Spider. But I guess you could say they're just as annoying. What's your name? The brainless lard?"

"DIE!" Killer Croc roared, swinging a car sized fist at Spider-Man. The teenage crusader quickly dodged the sluggish attack and finished by grabbing Croc's arm tightly. "Die? Huh! That's actually original. NOT. Seriously, you might as well have shouted 'YOU BAFOON' or 'DARN YOU'! Heck, 'Curses' would've been less embarrassing."

Spider-Man snapped Croc's arm backwards, causing the oaf of a giant to be hurled overhead. Spider-Man then kicked Croc in the neck causing him to smash into the wall yet again. Spider-Man finished the job, webbing up Croc and turning to Croc's would be victim. She was definitely a girl, about 17 years old, a terrified expression on her face. She tightly hugged Spider-Man, catching him off guard completely, before bursting into tears. This was definitely a new place; anyone he saved would scream at him and call the cops to shoot him.

"I...I-I don't kn-know who y-you are b-but...Th-Thank y-you...!" she cried. Spider-Man gently patted her on the back, comforting her as much as he knew how to.

"Well...Just your...Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man here to help...so...this neighborhood is called Gotham, right?"

"...*sniffle*...y-yes..."

"Okay then...Why don't you call 911 and then get inside somewhere...And I will go figure out a few things, Kay?"

"O-o-okay..."

Steph had a dayjob as mentioned before, and that dayjob was being the cashier of this low down place called Frito's Franks. It was just some hotdog and burger place practically in the middle of the street, not to mention very grubby. But it got a whole lotta customers somehow, especially today. Steph worked tirelessly to get herself into the job knowing she was under the crummy eye of her manager, and that to get her raise she'd have to work efficiently with cashing in people's money and taking in orders and serving them out with a cheesy grin. It was a strenuous job; but it payed the rent and...a certain other thing. The last thing she wanted was to look like someone who needed help. She could take care herself, as she thought.

"Thank you, Sir!" Stephanie offered another customer a huge smile as he turned around without a thought about her. "Uh...okay. Have a good day...jerkface."

"Steph!"

The blonde cringed at the sound of her name being called by Mr. Totol, The Manager of the mini diner. "I didn't mean it!"

"Meet me in my office."

A short rushing sequence later, and Stephanie was sitting patiently in front of the lanky business owner. He seemed to be uninterested in her, but would glance up from his paperwork every once in a while as if he were. "...So, ...you're a pretty good worker here. Just think of the things you've accomplished here!"

The young woman was beginning to smile;this was the kind of speech that lead to a promotion!

"You've shown excellent behavior towards customers and staff, you've been quite the efficient young lady and you have a photographic memory when it comes to orders." He paused, sighing deeply...and that was when Steph's smile fell apart like a broken building.

"...But?" She asked in knowing expectation, wondering what faults she'd committed there.

"But, there's the employment issue. You've been here for well over a year, and we've had everyone else make way for the newer employees...Everyone except for you..."

"Look, this place pays me good." She explained. "I have goals made for that money and-"

"I understand that...but those goals will..."

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly at his demeanor. "Will what? I do have a job to get back to,with all due respect-"

"Not here...Not here, you don't.' he swiftly coughed out and left the younger of the two in complete horrified silence. After what felt like hours of no sounds or speeches being mad, Stephanie's body tensed into a slow building pose of depression.

"Are...A-Are you firing me?" The blonde inquired, her voice almost a shaky whisper. Several moments later, the reluctant nod came. "But...you can't just do that! Just because of-"

"I'm not being discriminatory. That's how I was able to use the At-Will Employment Doctrine...Are you familiar with it?" He asked rhetorically. " The At-will employment Doctrine means I as the employer can terminate an employee for any reason - A good reason - provided the basis for the termination is not discriminatory."

Stephanie stared at him incredulously, and with a scoff stood from her seat abruptly."Okay, okay Fine! Throw me out. It's not like this place is the best thing in the world!"

Despite the outburst, the manager jumped when the door to his office slammed behind her on the way out.

I've been fired...oh my G-...I don't have a job.

Stephanie slowed her breathing in the bathroom, but she had yet to get her hands to stop gripping her hair in frustration. The girl hated these battles with herself, to get herself not be sad or to stop herself from being some whining, helpless little girl. If there was one thing Stephanie was, it was being persistent on keeping herself strong...Bats are strong, never weak. That was the true statement she had to remember. Even so, she couldn't help but think about the things she had planned for herself...the path she was going to lead when she had enough money. She could be herself and have a great daylife, something Barbara wanted dearly for her. now thanks to that stupid jerk she was back down to the money Bruce gave to cover her apartment bills. And she would NEVER ask him for money.

Stephanie placed her hands on the counter of the sink, her body bent thanks to the position her head was in while gazing at herself in the mirror. She watched her own face helplessly as the events twelve minutes ago played over and over in her mind. Just as she closed her eyes tightly to stop her tears from forming, her commlink buzzed from her nightstand. Stephanie looked abruptly and sighed.

Maybe, just maybe...a little midnight excursion would save her from this crummy day.

It seemed funny to Stephanie brown how the city could be so vast and brighter during the day, but more dark and deadly as night came. And of course, not just in terms of light. Physically, things became darker for the city of Sinsen when dawn turned to dusk. Nocturnal worms sprouted from the shadowy concrete soil and ate at the innocent plants. They had no regard for others; tormenting people, stealing from them, raping or blackmailing. It never ended in this city, or Gotham and even part of Metropolis. But at least she had a job that never ended. And keeping people safe is the best job in the world, no matter how long it takes.

Batgirl stands on the roof edge of Gotham's tallest building, above all the bright lights and sounds below her. She could feel the cold wind of the higher atmosphere licking at the skin of her peach-colored cheeks, and the tightness of the Kevlar batsuit on her athletically toned body;it's fibers keeping in her warmth. She could hear her cape ruffling behind her; blending it's familiar sound in with that of honking cars and distant pop music and many,many people. The scent of food being sold from the hotdog cart on the corner of Belgium Avenue fluttered into her nostrils and made her imagine the taste of a hot dog briefly. Even smoke from cars, which usually came from such low areas, managed to come up to greet her nose. The seventeen year old reached up and brushed her unruly hair back from her mask, which covered only around her eyes and part of her forehead. It gave a whitish look to her pupils, a more frightening appearance to those that did evil.

A sudden siren erupted, making her eyes snap back down to the area below her. A Pagani Huayra seemed to gallop on its wheels down the street, followed closely by eight police cars. Seeing as how cars like that are very expensive, the person driving must have stolen it and was planning to make off with it. Strangely, as soon as the stolen vehicle went past a red light, an eighteen wheeler just so happened to stop in front of the cops and let him get on his merry way. But that was fine. Stephanie had an idea of where this guy was hurrying off to. She turned her masked gaze from the crime in progress and arched her head downwards to her cape, peering down at the sky of black and yellow cabs. Her gloved hands gripped the sides of her cape before her arms spread apart evenly and she stood on the very edge of the building.

"All units, we have a robbery in progress! There are Armed assailants attempting to flee via... Dump truck." Steph heard the dispatcher speak over the police scanner. She watched the muffled commotion of crashing cars and car horns and horribly screeching tires and running people as a massive green dumpster truck slammed through the everyday standstill traffic, flashing red and blue lights in pursuit.

"*sigh*...Another night, ol' girl...this city never sleeps." Batgirl huffed, tipping herself over the precarious concrete edge and falling from the tower towards the ground below at whiplash-like speeds. The free-fall sent chills of cold air whipping across her kevlar tightened skin and somehow even rippling the tight costume. Her cape clenching hands pressed to her sides and her legs went tight together to make her dive faster, terminal velocity achieved. The cold air sunk through the stone-like toughness of her mask and cooled her skin.

As he reached the tenth floor of the building on his fast track way down, she lifted her arms; her cape now catching furiously moving air and propelling her body forward in a glide. She pulled herself up out of the dive and kept both hands on her cape sides. Her belly skimmed the tarmac and she barely avoided clipping a garden of wing mirrors. He swooped through the streets of Gotham, smiling to herself as she heard the very few onlookers shrieking with great surprise and Awe: "Is that batgirl?!Look, it's Batgirl! Woah! Look guys! It's Batgirl!"

Soon enough she saw the parted sea of smashed cars and debris, the massive Dump truck crushing its way through the streets. Sirens blared in very distant pursuit and the closer Stephanie got, the crackling gunfire rattled louder to her concealed eardrums. The Batgirl swung up from the mid level, releasing her grip and somersaulting through the air like a tire, leveling back out just as swiftly. She released her hold once more and slingshot herself forward, flying over the police cars, rolling her body through the air again almost in slow-motion as bullets whizzed past her. To stop gravity from pulling her to the ground, she shot her arms out again and swooped by the Dump truck, seeing the driver and two other armed robbers, all wielding the biggest semi automatics she'd ever seen.

She glided up over the truck and then landed on the back hood with ease. Crawling at quick speeds, she peered down and made her masked head visible to the driver of the truck, who seemed to be less than pleased with seeing her.

"You know, I'm kinda glad you guys are here tonight!" Batgirl quipped. "You guys are the punching bags I need to help with some inner turmoil."

BEPBEPBEPBEPBEPBEPBEP!

A spray of bullets broke through the glass and pierced the area where Batgirl originally was before she dodged them. Once the fire stopped, he shoved her hand into the window and shot a hand at the gun, before yanking it out.

Suddenly his she was aware of a few loud screams and she peered up at the next Junction. Stephanie gasped, her mind slowing things to an hour a second so she could assess the situation: A group of people trying to swiftly cross the road, a bus of pensioners slowly idling towards the junction from the left, and the Dump Truck hell-bent on escape. Almost instantly, She knew what to do, swinging up over the dump truck (with the aid of her batline) and towards the Junction.

With seconds to spare, she glided down, grabbing the woman in front's hand and pulling her to the curb, then the train of people following her hand pulled back with her. When Steph used her batline, She landed on her feet behind them and shot twohands into the backs of both the other members, pushing them all back to the curb just as the huge wheels of the Dump truck crushed the crossing inches from her cape.

"Thank you." The woman wheezed thankfully, Batgirl nodding solemnly as she lunged up and into the air via grappling gun. She saw the bus inches from the Dump truck and leaped onto the side of the truck, making the driver yank the steering wheel to the left, sending the massive truck rolling past the bus and into the wall as he leaped off. Aaaaaand, that massive problem was defeated. Stephanie pumped her arms in the air triumphantly.

"And you bud? Thanks for the therapist assistance. I really had a crummy day." She casually told the robber. The tattooed and scarred man lifted a pistol up to Stephanie's masked face.

"A pistol? Don't you have any more machine guns in there?" Batgirl sarcastically pretended to be appalled by his weapon choice. Quickly he slung her batline to the gun and pulled it up and out of the criminal's hand. Astonished, the man watched his chrome gun skip along the pavement."ah...much better. Any who...You guys have been a big hep, but...ya know how much trouble you've caused? Not only did you destroy downtown Gotham...with a dump truck, by the way, But then I had a cramp in my leg like three seconds ago. Those really hurt!"

Stephanie looked up sharply at the other robber aiming the rifle at her head. She whipped out her razed and shot the man in the head, knocking him out cold seconds later. He fell into the massive tray of the dumper, which invited a short giggle out of Stephanie's turned and saw the third gunman wielding another rifle.

"Hands in the air! I mean it!" the man snarled. Steph shot her kevlar clad hands up and seemingly surrendered.

"...And they stay there?" Batgirl said with a hidden smirk as she did a little groove dance. Then she suddenly fell backwards onto her shoulder blades while her knees tucked in towards her chest. Like a coiled spring, she ejected herself feet first into the man's head. He satisfyingly crumpled to the ground.

"One left." She sighed, walking across the Dump Truck roof and punching through the cabin ceiling, pealing the metal apart and...finding no one there. He turned to see the last thug racing into an Alley, just out of batarang range range. "WAIT! I just want you hold still for a sec!"

Hearing no response(not that she was expecting one anyways), Batgirl shook her head and sprinted towards the alley.

The groaning became clear through the alley as Stephanie approached, and she turned the corner to find the third thug crumpled on the ground, his gun sliding to her feet outside the alleyway. Upon seeing this, the roar of an engine piercing his ears. It was the really expensive car from before...and she could hardly believe who came out of it.

It was a man dressed in a heavily padded suit, orange and black in color and leaving only his scarred face seen. His thick hands gripped two metallic carvings tightly, and it was evident that he had a huge mechanical backpack on. He made a face composed of sneering and smirking at the same time. "The plan worked after all."

"Electrocutioner..." Batgirl gritted her teeth slightly, furious at the fact that she'd walked into a trap.

"When i got word of the bounty on your head, I assumed they were joking. You're just some girl pretending to be Batman." He tsked and shook his head. "Still, if the offer still stands I think I'll take you dead and get my reward."

"Oooh, what a shocker!" Stephanie said, her hands hovering near her belt. "Take your best shot."

"Will do."

She wasn't expecting the stream of electricity to come at her, but she still rolled out of harm's way. Electrocutioner never had that kind of technology on him..maybe it would be best to make a retreat...

No! I just gotta get him to fight on my level. Then I can take him.

After evading another blast of electricity, Stephanie smirked at him. "Man, you're a coward! You can't even fight with something you're actually touching!"

The man scoffed, and then reached behind himself. When his hands reappeared, they were clutching very large whips...each one crackling with electric strands as big as her arm. Batgirl practically swore herself out when she had to move away from the tip's crack. Even then flicks of electricity coursed through the damp ground and into her suit. She stumbled a bit, and she wasn't able to properly throw the blunt ended batarangs at his head. The next crack of the whip was very close, and she seethed when a burning pain arced across her spine. Stephanie fell to the ground, but willed herself to stand up again just as she heard a laugh and the whip slashed across her stomach.

"gAAUGH!" Stephanie clutched her stomach. The girl's blood ran cold;her suit had been torn across her stomach and she could plainly see her red marked belly from it. She knew Electrocutioner was too much for her to handle, but by that point something burning wrapped around her calf. She struggled vainly as she was dragged back, the burning in her leg increasing even more. The pains topped as she halted just below the sneering villain.

"Like I said, it's a wonder they had this much trouble with you. All you have to do is tire out the bat first...then get to work." He explained, just before Stephen felt his fist smack the side of her face painfully. "You're no Batman, though. But I'm not a picky man... Punching you until your skull snaps will be more than-"

That's when he got hit in the head with a four inch thick pipe, held by a swinging red and blue blur.

She gradually managed to sit up against the pain, and see what had saved her.

It was a male wearing a thin and skintight spandex body suit with bright red and dark blue based design. the suit has multiple black web threads on the red parts only, and at his mask are big white polaroids with a black outline to symbolize his eyes. a black spider silhouette rests on the chest and a big red spider insignia rests on his back, while spider webbings are stationed under his gloved laced by odd looking watches, with tiny nozzles pointing towards his palms. Despite the color scheme, he looked like one of the most dangerous of villains: Black Spider.

"Whoo! What a home run!" After trapped Electrocutioner in webbing, The figure came over and quickly got Stephanie to her feet. "So, you okay there trick-or treater?"

With adrenaline fueling her, Stephanie shoved him away and directed a sharp edged Batarang in his direction. He seemed really confused by this point.

"Okay...your welcome. Could you put the weird weapon down?"

Wait a sec.

This wasnt Black Spider.

At least as much as she could tell. The costume seemed slightly different than the one the actual supervillain wore, but it was identifiable in this darkness; Not to mention his voice sounded as young as her own. Batgirl slightly lowered her aimed batarang and In response, the costumed crusader lowered his hands. "...Uh, you're not gonna stab me, right?"

"No...nngh...no reason...to..." Artemis slowly explained. "I ju-st...mistook you for...this other guy."

"Oh, some crook dressed up like your friendly neighborhood arachnid! I understand."

She shook her head at him slowly, wondering where the heck this guy came from...and how that was supposed to relate to the brightly dressed guy in front of her. "No... Not who...ever Spider-man is. I-Is that who you are...? I thought you were this Supervillain...guh...ngh...called the Black Spider. Your costume is almost like his, but it has bits of re-"

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news..." The teen crossed his arms warily "But I think you're bleeding out...I'm just judging by the back wound and stomach wounds...that wound on your leg.

The female crusader bit her bottom lip. That wasn't hard not to notice, especially with the pain and her thoughts blurring.. "I...know that..."

"Okay then." His body awkwardly paused, then reached for the girl. "Well, let's get you to the hospital then."

"N-NO! I can't g-" Her speech was stopped when she suddenly hacked up a bit of blood and a tooth as well. Luckily it wasnt from the front. "GUH...we can't...go to the hospital."

"That's a very bad decision, you know." Spidey grimaced and held her shoulders gently. "What do you suggest we do?"

Stephanie wiped the blood from her lips and thought. If she stayed here...she could die. If she went to the hospital, they'd see her face somehow...that left home. But perhaps this guy wouldn't see her face if she went there and got herself patched up before she bled out. Then he could leave and everything would he back to normal...somehow.

"I'm...going to ask that you get me...home. There's stuff there that c...can help me." She managed to glare at him. "But do anything to compromise my identity, and I will beat the brains out of you."

"Right...well, I have mask issues too. So I won't try anything!" He held up his left hand. "Scout's honor."

"Good. Now how will you take me HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!"

In a matter of seconds, Spidey pulled them both into the darkened sky and then fired another web. Batgirl noticed a safe pattern to the method of his transportation: he'd swing on the webline until his momentum got him into the air, then he'd fire another webline and gravity would cause the cycle to repeat once again. Spider-Man glanced at her as she turned her attention to bright lights of the city below, albeit groggily thanks to her condition.

"I take it you like the view."

"Well...yeah. I-Ive glided above this city before but...this doesnt have any tension with it. Its-GAH!...sorry...Its relaxing...how long...did it take you to learn how t...too do this?" Batgirl asked as they soared over honking cars.

"A day. Of course, I had to make the webbing extra strong so it could support me and a passenger."

"Turn left here. You m-made it yourself?!" She asked, astonished.

"I sure did! The formula's pretty simple, at least to me that is." Spider-Man narrowed his lenses. "Uh, do I keep going straight here? Girly? Can you hear me...?"

Batgirl peered down, spotting her familiar window. "Huh...yeah...T-tim...over there...the one with...the plant on...the sill..."

Spidey was a bit more worried from her slurred voice, and guessed the slow oozing blood didn't get enough oxygen to her brain. "Good thing you haven't passed out yet...but who's Tim...?"

"The...I...why am I...so tired..."

He landed on the roof in front of her window. "Hey! Don't fall asleep on me!...uh, just keep talking to me! What's your favorite color?"

"...puuuuurple..." She slurred sleepily. "My mommy...always got me purple...candy..."

"That's...That's awesome. You,uh, you like your job?" Spider-man managed to carry her inside and place her onto the bed in the corner, before looking around the expensive apartment. "If you have job...?"

That only seemed to make the poor delusional girl very sad, and she whimpered quietly to herself.

"Okay, better question! Do you have bandages?"

"Uuuuuuuuugh... ... Top draw...er..."

When he looked into the drawer, he pulled out a huge tub filled with gauzes, antibiotic liquid and a huge roll of bandages. When he turned around, Batgirl was leaning back against the wall and staring at the wall crawler in pure fright. "No! S-Stay away from me! P-please!"

"Hey! It's me, remember?" Spider-man warily placed the box on the bed and approached Stephanie warily. "Your friendly neighborhood Spiderman? I'm not gonna hurt you."

He wasn't sure if she'd by that in her state, but she did relax slightly. "Y-You promise...?"

"Yeah-Yeah! I promise!"

Batgirl sighed, but that erupted into a cough. Peter took notice of the bleeding stomach, and reached into the box for the antibiotics first, just to be safe..."okay...I need you to focus, okay? Which of these should I use?"

"...the brow-COUGH,COUGH!" She closed her eyes tightly. "The brown one..."

He took of his gloves quickly and rubbed his hands in sanitizer before he reached for the brown bottle. "Can I put this on with that suit still on ya?"

She grimaced, hesitated and finally reached down for her sides. With a great deal of effort, she ripped the suit...without actually tearing it. It was like some kind of super tough Velcro or something like that, making the front of the suit one big flap. When she reluctantly peeled the suit back with a hiss of pain, he could now see the wound, which didnt look too deep since he couldnt spot her intestines. It seemed large and ran diagonally, almost cutting through her blood soaked navel. "What does...it look like...?"

Spider-man was certainly thankful she was trying to focus now. "Not too deep, yet it's still bleeding a whole lot. It's a cut across, and real close to your belly button...I'm gonna sprinkle the antibiotics lightly. Does it sting?"

"I wouldnt know..." She paused to lick her lips. "I've only gotten sma...ll cuts until now..."

"Seriously? You've been quite lucky." Spider-man began to apply it, and frowned when she twitched.

"Heh. If onl...y you'd known how my day went..."

"Well, it can't be all bad."

"How do you know that?"

"I'm helping you now."

Stephanie managed to look down at the stranger working to save her life, and he gave her a conscious nod before reaching for the bandages. She didn't like the fact that she had to be rescued...but she guessed that him being there was better than being dead. "I...I guess youre right...Don't put on the bandages yet. The...The stitches are needed."

"Wait..." Spider-man's paling skin was almost visible through the suit. "You want me to...Stitch you up?"

"I think I'm gonna learn to like you..." Stephanie briefly laughed. "Not only do you not have a weak stomach, but you'd even volunteer to stitch me up."

"Hmmph. I'm Spider-man, by the way.". He pulled out the needle and string as he spoke. "But I guess you can't tell me your name, right?"

"Not my real name." The young woman smiled. "But you can call me Batgirl."