NIGHTWING

Nightwing barreled into Harley Quinn, slamming her into the ground. She moved for a jab at his stomach, but he pinned her arms to her sides. "Too easy," he said with a grin.

Harley pouted. "No fair, little bird. You caught me off guard!"

"All's fair in maniacs and war," he said.

"That wasn't funny."

"Shut up."

"Batman!" Nightwing heard Superman shouting and looked over. "She's still alive! Give me the device!"

"No!" Harley sobbed, looking heartbroken, as if a puppy had died. "She's not dead? Oh, Mistah J's gonna be so upset!"

Nightwing punched her in the nose and watched her head slump to the side. He quickly bound her hands and got up, watching as a small electronic device was passed to Superman. He twisted a dial at the top and placed the device in Marley's hand. The girl (well, she was only a year or two younger than him) was unconscious, with blood seeping from just about everywhere. She was pretty, with long blond hair and delicate features. He was afraid she wouldn't make it.

For a moment, nothing happened. Nightwing's blood froze. What if this wasn't the right girl? he thought. What if she's just a normal teenager and she was murdered because we thought she was one of us?

Then, Marley's body became blindingly bright, and began to transform. Her body became curvy, thin, and basically perfect. Her hair turned more honey-colored and was cropped short. And her face... Nightwing didn't think anyone could be more beautiful. Superman had been right, she was the new Supergirl. (AUTHOR'S NOTE- she looks like the New 52 Supergirl) She was still wearing the same clothes – and she was still bleeding.

"What do we do?" Superman asked, his voice shaking with grief. "She's still going to die!"

"The sun," Batman muttered. "You get your powers from the sun – it could heal her right?"

"Yes!" Superman shouted. He scooped up Marley/Supergirl into his arms. Then he flew up, crashed through the ceiling, and held her beneath the beating sun. Nightwing and Batman climbed on desks and jumped through the whole in the roof. The sun was working its magic – her scratches and gunshot wound were healing. Her broken forearm seemed to snap itself back into place.

Suddenly, she gasped and shot upright in Superman's arms. Her blue eyes were wide and confused as she looked around, taking it all in. "What – what... I was dead," she said in wonder.

"Don't worry, little cousin," Superman said gently. "You're okay now."

"Little cousin?" Supergirl repeated, her eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about? And why is it dress-up-like-your-favorite-comic-book-character-d ay?"

Nightwing grimaced. He'd hated this part when he'd become Nightwing. Not knowing – thinking it was some insane prank. For all Supergirl knew, they were just as insane as Harley and Joker. He stepped forward. "Su–Marley. Listen, we're on your side. Trust me, we'd never hurt you." He gave her his easy-going smile.

Supergirl's eyes softened, and Nightwing could swear she blushed. "Um...okay. But how can I be sure to trust you? I mean, you're all dressed up like fictional characters."

Nightwing went into Batman's belt ("Hey!") and pulled out a batarang. He pointed it towards her, showing her her reflection. She gasped and began touching her face. "I'm...I'm..." she whispered.

"Supergirl," Nightwing finished.

She looked at him in awe. "But..."

"We'll explain everything at headquarters," Batman promised.

Supergirl still looked reluctant, but when Nightwing gave her an encouraging nod, she sighed. "Alright," she agreed. "But I can't be late for dinner."