The doors to the secret elevatore in Wayne Tower open onto a large appartment. Jason steps out holding the limp body of a red headed girl in his arms.

Dick is already there, waiting, arms folded. He explodes when he sees Jason holding who he thinks is his on again, off again girlfriend. "What the hell happend to you guys Jason? Where the hell did you two go? Why the hell did neither one of you respond? And what happen to Barbra!"

"We went after Joker." He answers simply, walking past the guy who seems to think that he is his boss.

"Are you freaking kidding me? By yourselves! With no backup!"

Damian appears out of nowhere. "Yea, cause that turned out so well for you the last time."

"Just..." Jason sighs. "Shut up Damian." He kicks open the door to a type of infirmary and lays the girl out on one of the cots.

"Jason, you guys can't just go out on your own like that." Dick continues.

"Oh really? Because I do it all the time." Todd spits through his teath while hooking the girl up to various machines.

That's when Tim walks in holding a tablet. "Oh good Todd, you finally decided to show up. Thanks for answering my calls by the way. You know a simple, Hay Tim. I'm not dead, would suffice."

'Well I'm not. Ya happy."

"Not really. So that is clearly not Babs." He says, reading the stats displayed on the tablets screen. "So who is she and how long has she been around?"

"What do you mean that's not Barbra?" Dick all but explodes.

"Well, I can't be exactly sure when it happened. But I'm pretty sure it was at the shipyard when we were fighting the Joker. Well, more like dodging his explosives. That's when I noticed that she was acting weird."

"What do you mean by weird?"

"The details aren't important. All you need to know is that she's not Babs. Her van has confirmed that much. I thought for sure, she would try to talk me out of it when I had suggested we go there. But nope. She walked right up to that thing and Bam! It tried to kill us."

"Well according to these readings, her van is right." Tim says, staring at the monitors.

"So then who is she? No other records are coming up. Keeps saying no match found. It's like her D.N.A dosn't exist." Damian grumbles, hitting the keyboard harder then necessary.

"The tests I took this morning said pretty much the same thing." Jason carefully wipes the drying blood from the mystery girls nose with a cloth and hands it to Tim.

"What happen to her?" Dick ask after taking a handful of carefully calculated breaths to calm down.

"I'm not really sure. She just went completely hysterical. Her nose started bleeding and then she just fainted. I also sedated her before coming here, just in case she woke up on our way over."

"Jason."

"What? Like you would not have done the same thing. Don't tell me Bruce would not have. Cause he would have."

"But, if she is not Batgirl. Where is our Batgirl. Jason, where is Barbra?"


"Master Dick." Alfred greats after Dick walks into the Batcave and sinks into the chair next to the man that is way more than your average butler, infront of the main computers.

"He's going to be the death of me Alfread."

"Now now Master Dick. No need for such dramatics just because you are wearing the Bat-suit."

Dick flips a switch and hears nothing but static. "Speaking of. Have you heard anything yet? It's been over a week since his last check in."

"No. But i would not worry about it. It's not the first time Master Bruce has dissappeared off the face of the earth."

He presses a button. " I don't know Alfred. Something feels different this time." He leans into the microphone. "Batman. Batman, are you there?." He removes his finger. Static. He presses it again. "I need your permission to wack Hood. If your there? Babs is missing and we have no idea where she is. The Commissioner is gonna kill me. So I guess this is goodbye then." He releases the button one more time and the static continues.

"I'm sure he is in a ditch somewhere recovering and he will respond when he is ready."

Dick gives a humorless snort. "Yea."


The room she starts to slowly wake up in is dark with the exeption of the soft glow of a monitore or two and a single light to the right, above her head. "Where am I?"

"Someplace safe." A familiar voice answers softly.

"Red-I mean, Jason?" She titles her head to the right and sees him sitting on a chair, just outside the small pool of light.

"Is your memory coming back?"

"I don't know. The more I try to focus, the more everything gets mixed-up." She winces slightly.

He glances at a chart on the wall, one of the lines spiked while she was talking. "Okay. So what do you know, without your brain turning into a plate of scrambled eggs?"

"Umm, your Red Hood. Jason To-Todd, right?" It spikes again but not enough to raise concern.

"Okay, what else?" He promps.

"I'm...Batgirl?" He shifts his gaze to another chart. No spikes.

He makes the sound of a buzzer and leans forward. "Wrong! Try again chick."

She looks around. "It's really dark in here, where are we?"

"Now see, if you where the real Batgirl, you would know perfectly well where we are. I knew something was up when I told you that I had found another lead on Joker and you ignored it. Not to mention the whole van fiasco." He dosn't want to let on that he had known before that. Or that he never got a lead on Joker. The 'ping" on his phone had just been one of many annoying texts from Dick, Tim and Damian. He even ended up getting one specially worded one from Alfred. That one was actually very entertaining and he had even went as far as to reply back with a smiley face.

"Why would you say that?"

He smirks. " You see, the real Batgirl is a genus when it comes to computers and hacking them. And remembering every freaking little detail. Man, I hate that. She's so annoying. Even if, for some reason your vans security went all whack-o. You, would of had that thing fixed in no time. Even if the Joker had messed with your mind." He decides to add the last part just to see what happens.

"Yea, that, sounds right. The Joker must have really messed with me if I couldn't even hack into my own van."

He places his hand on her cheek and turns her head to face him. "Give it up girly, your not the real Babs. You know it, I know it. Everyone in the next room listening in on this conversation knows it. So if you try anything, I got plenty of backup babe. Not that I'll need it. I can handle you all by myself." He says leaning in very close to her. Is it a scare tactic, or flurting? "Now, think long and hard about this before you answer. You ready?" He whispers, brushing his fingers across her cheek. "I'll speak nice and slow for you. Who, the hell, are, you?"

She sits there, thinking. Though thinking is very hard with him this close. She trys to think past the way he is making her feel. Past the word Batgirl that keeps automatically coming to the serfice. She has to have an actual name. Her parents didn't name her batgirl. Batgirl is just a persona, an alias. So no one will know who is under the mask. So who is she under this mask, if not the real Batgirl? She keeps staring at Jason intently. There is something so familiar about his face. About looking at it, unmoving, still, like a photo. A bunch of photos. Plastered all over a bedroom wall. Her sisters...Dana. Looking into the memory of her sisters eyes staring intensely at her, her mind starts to break up again.

"Hey. Hey, your noise. It's okay, calm down." He says as soothingly as possible once the hysterics start up again.

"Amiee, my-"she starts before letting out a moan and grabbing her head in obvious pain.

"Amiee. That is your name? Your real name?" He promps.

"I'm trying. I really am. Someone's done something to me. I'm sorry." Tears start to build up in her eyes.

"Hay babe. I'm the last person you need to explain to. My brains been chewed up and spit back out. Just sleep now, I'll be back."

She is sinking into a calming darkness. He's injected her with something. "Wait! No." Her voice fades into a wisper. Jason gives her a soft kiss on the head. "Don't leave me."

He waits a moment for her eye to close compleatly and her body falls limp.


"Okay, so she may be an imposter, but an unknowing one. Someone has seariously screwed around with her brain." Jason starts, standing with Dick in the hallway.

"So she dosn't know anything about Babs location." Dick confirms.

"You saw, she was barley able to give me her real name."

"If that is her real name. I have Damian looking for any records of every Amiee in Gotham. I also have Tim doing facle recognition on all the street and security cameras to see if we can find Barbra, and who took her, and where." He looks at Jason. "You know." He stops.

"I know a lot of things. What in particular are you referring to?"

Dick start to turn. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a little crush on our imposter in there."

He scoffs. "Well that just proves that you know nothing. Not that i needed proof."

He starts to walk away.

"And where the hell are you going?"

"I have something else I have to deal with. I'll be back, keep an eye on the girl."

"Hay, Dick, you know your not really Batman anymore, right?"

"More Batman then you ever where. And better looking too."

"Oh that is seariously debatable." The second Robin calls after the original Robins shadow, who dosn't respond and just fades into the darkness.