GOTHAM CITY
LOCATION : THE BATCAVE

It was a dark night in Gotham. All of Batman's archenemies were locked away in either Arkham or in jail, so Batman had decided to take a night off patrols, for he had come to the conclusion that the police were more than capable of handling a few petty crimes here and there. But little did Batman know that his night off was about to be taken from him.

Batman was sitting at his Batcomputer, tapping away, trying to look busy, when in actual fact he was playing Solitaire, and losing. He silently prayed for something to happen or for Commissioner Gordon to signal him for help. Batgirl and Robin were sitting face-to-face on the floor of the Batcave with nothing to do other than eat a batch of Alfred's chocolate chip cookies.

Just as Batman found himself nodding off, a bright light flashed through the Batcave, and the masked trio found that they were no longer in the Batcave, but in the middle of a city.

"Why do I feel so… different?" Robin asked, dazed. He somehow felt heavier, and more… substantial. It was almost as though as he had turned from something two dimensional into something more three dimensional.

"Don't ask questions. Act." A voice rang from the shadows. It sounded sinister but yet was somehow familiar to the vigilantes.

"Who's there?" Batman said, in a flat tone. He had momentarily been caught off guard as he had been trying to analyse the situation.

"Someone, obviously," the voice said again. Whoever it was had obviously run out of things to say, because there was a moment of dead silence.

"Stop fooling around, Batgirl," Batman said.

Batgirl stepped out of the shadows, "Fine." The trio walked out into the street. People began to eye them with curiosity. Batman would rather have jumped from rooftop to rooftop, had it not been for the fact that the distance between the roofs of the building was a great deal longer than what they had back in Gotham.

"Look, Mommy, it's Batman!" a young boy said excitedly, pointing in their direction. "Can I go meet him?"

"No, there's no such thing as Batman, dear. He's just a cartoon," the mother replied. "He's just dressing up as Batman."

"Only dressing up?" the boy pouted. "What a rip-off!"

"Just a cartoon?" Robin repeated. Batman shrugged and deduced that there may have been some sort of breakout at Arkham Asylum as many of the people here seemed to be demented.

"We should ask someone for directions," Batgirl suggested.

"In our own city? No way," Robin protested.

"One problem, Birdboy. This isn't Gotham," Batgirl answered. "You can 't see any of the city landmarks anywhere."

Ignoring the bickering of his two sidekicks, Batman continued to scan their surroundings, trying his best to determine possible causes of the situation. He saw something move out of the corner of his eye.

"Someone's listening in on our conversation," Batman said. "In the alley,"

They dashed into the alley, as mere silhouettes in the darkness that engulfed the alley. They were more than surprised to see another masked figure in the shadows.

"Hey!" Robin cried. He was a bit panicked upon the realisation that they were no longer in Gotham, and he wanted nothing more than to find the persons responsible and to make them pay.

"What?" the masked figure asked. She did not bother to hide her annoyance.

"Who are you, and what did you do?" Batman asked. Now he was getting slightly agitated. It had been his night off, for God's sake! Now it had been ruined by this… this… madwoman!

"Look here, Bat-person… Who I am is none of your concern," Then she looked at him in disgust. "What kind of freak goes around dressed like a giant bat, anyway? That's only in the cartoons. Or Halloween. Or Comic-Con. Don't go anywhere. I'm ringing up the asylum,"

The masked figure took out her cellphone. Batman grabbed her wrist. "Don't,"

"Okay… are you sure you're really Batman?"she asked. Batman said that he was.

"And that's Batgirl and Robin?" she asked. Batman answered plainly, "Yes."

"So what do you want?" she asked.

"Your help," Batgirl answered.

"In other words, you expect me to believe that all three of you are actually vigilantes and not psychopaths who think they're cartoon characters?" the masked figure asked again. "Sounds crazy enough to believe,"

"So are you going to help us or not?" Robin asked.

"One condition," she answered.

"What is that condition?" Batman asked.

"Answer this question," She smiled mischievously. "Are you in love with Wonder Woman?"

Batman gulped. That question was certainly hard to answer. He wasn't really sure, he had never really taken the time to think about it before. But now that he did get to think about it, he thought that he did. He blushed. "We haven't seen each other in a while,"

"How do you think we got here?" Batgirl asked, not too keen on some crazy fangirl's shipping fantasies.

"Dimension jumping," the girl answered. "People write fanfics about it all the time."

"Dimension jumping? Fanfics?" The trio were lost for words.

"Where are you going?" Batgirl asked as the masked figure took off and ran out of the alleyway.

"My place, of course," she answered simply. "Follow me,"

The four disappeared into the night. After what seemed like hours of running (when in fact it was probably just about fifteen minutes, they reached a house, where the masked figure nimbly leapt up to one of the windows and waited for Batman to follow. Suddenly, they heard footsteps rising up the wooden staircase of the house.

"Hide, now!" she ordered. Their time was limited. Just then, the door opened.