Justice League does not belong to me. Hope you like this next chapter!

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It took all of Batgirl's self-control to keep herself from running up the stairs into the mansion. She'd never wanted to get away from someone so badly in her entire life. As soon as the ornate grandfather clock slid back into place behind her, she took several, deep calming breaths. A cursory glance of the study showed that no one was waiting up for her this time. If Alfred was still up, he was probably in the kitchen. Thank Hera for that. Bat didn't want the butler that she considered her grandfather to see her in this state. Knowing him, he'd try to talk with her. And I'm in no mood to talk right now. There was only one thing she wanted to do.

She stole through the house quietly, reaching her small room quickly. As fast as she could, without making any noise, she slipped off her cape, cowl, gauntlets, and boots, replacing them with a sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers. Once she was satisfied that the clothes covered her costume, she headed swiftly to her door. Only to stop and backtrack to her dresser where Alfred had set a vase of pink roses. She skimmed over them with a practiced eye before choosing the prettiest bud.

With flower in hand, she sneaked back downstairs, pausing only for a moment to listen. Making sure that Alfred was still in the kitchen and that the other heroes hadn't come in from the Cave. All was quiet aside from the clinking of dishes.

The girl then proceeded to open the front door of the mansion as quietly as she could, wincing at the small, minute squeak that the hinges gave. I'll have to oil those again. But not right now.

Right then, she had something more important that she needed to do.

She shivered. The weather had turned to freezing and it had just begun to snow. Ignoring how the cold was seeping through her clothes, she shut the door and took off at a fast walk around to the side of the mansion. There was an ornately fenced and gated half-acre of land about fifty feet from the house. Several tombstones were spread throughout the plot. The Wayne Family Cemetery.

Suppressing another shiver, the girl who was Batgirl unlatched the gate and left it open after she'd passed through. If Tommy has another nightmare, at least he'll be able to find me. Following some invisible path, she came to the corner of the cemetery that was almost completely empty. Save for one, lonely granite tombstone. Respectfully, she laid the pink rose in front of the ornate marker and knelt, hands in her lap. A few tears escaped and fell down her face. She ignored them, her mind racing back to that fateful day a month ago...

Batgirl was pacing behind the computer chair, barely able to control her anxiety. Batman had been missing for a standard twenty-four hours by then. Not even a single call from him. Which, in itself, was worrisome. The older vigilante was well-known for keeping in contact with his protegé. Bat's head was spinning with every scenario she could think of. All of them ending up with the man whom she trusted the most either seriously injured, dying, or already dead. A shiver ran up her spine and she turned to punch the computer console in frustration. A stronger hand grabbed her wrist gently.

"Easy, Sun and Stars," Wonder Woman pushed back Batgirl's cowl and ran a soothing hand through the teenager's long hair. "This isn't the first time that he's disappeared like this."

"I know. But I can't help it. Not knowing where he is... It's driving me insane! I've even tried to activate his tracer, but I've got absolutely nothing!"

Diana froze, her blue eyes widening in disbelief, "You're absolutely certain that his tracer's not responding?"

"Yes, Mom. I-"

"Artemis Martha Wayne!" The sound of Alfred shouting made her jump out of her reverie. He hardly ever used her full name like that. She turned her head, looking in the direction that his voice had come from. The butler, completely bundled against the cold and with another thick jacket on his arm, was marching towards her, his expression one of irritation. He was still pretty spry for a gentleman in his mid-eighties.

Once he was close enough to lay his hand on her shoulder, his expression turned into one of concern, "Miss Artemis, put this on quick." He offered the extra jacket to her and she wordlessly put it on. I hadn't realized just exactly how cold it's gotten out here. "It's a wonder that you haven't caught your death of cold yet, young lady," Alfred reprimanded sternly, but gently. As soon as he was certain that she was well-covered, he crouched beside her, "Now, what in heaven's name are you doing out here? Did something happen on patrol?"

This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. But there was no use trying to sneak things past Alfred Pennyworth. There were times that she was almost completely convinced that the elderly man was psychic. She shook her head, but didn't answer as she gazed back sadly at her mother's grave.

"Did you and Miss West have a disagreement?" Again, she shook her head and this time he sighed, "Miss Artemis. Please tell me what happened."

And before Artemis knew it, she was explaining the entire situation to him. The tears began to flow and she found herself standing with her face buried in his chest. He patted her back, "There, there, Miss Artemis. Don't you fret. I believe you did the right thing in bringing them here."

She pulled back to meet his gaze uncertainly, "You do?"

Alfred smiled reassuringly at her as he wiped the tears from her face, "Of course. Who better to help find Batman than Batman himself?" That earned him a watery chuckle. "However," his expression turned sober, "it isn't polite to keep your guests waiting like this."

She stiffened and pulled away, shaking her head, "I can't, Alfred. I just told you that I lost my patience with their Wonder Woman. That I yelled at her. Iris is better suited for this kind of situation than I am."

"It isn't Miss Iris' father who's missing, Miss Artemis." He pulled her back into another comforting hug, "Master Bruce's life is depending on you and your ability to work together with these other heroes."

"Alright, Alfred. I'll go back. Just give me a few more minutes to talk with Mom first, okay?"

"Very well."

It was several quiet and loaded seconds before any of them reacted. "Great jumping Hera!" Flash exclaimed and Iris laughed.

"You know, you're just as I pictured you'd be," her smile turned sad as she pocketed her mask. It was then that the Scarlet Speedster noticed the utility belt that she was wearing. It looked very similar to one of Batman's. Wally was still trying to digest what the teenager had just told all three of them. No way. There is no way. But, just by looking at her face, he knew that she'd told the truth. Her face, although much more feminine, was identical to his. The only difference was that her eyes were slightly almond-shaped. Probably like her mother's. Who's her mom anyway? From the looks of it, definitely not Fire.

Batman cleared his throat, "And Batgirl is-"

"That's not for me to answer, Bruce," Iris said, interrupting the Batman a second time. "You and Wally might as well remove your masks, since I already know who you are."

"But if you were already four when the Lords brought us here, how come we never saw you?" Diana asked, referring to what the younger speedster had told them before her big reveal. Wonder Woman seemed a lot more hesitant after Batgirl's explosion. Nothing worse than finding out that the other you is dead. Flash remembered that feeling well from the last time they'd been in this dimension.

"Because I live in Central City. Bat stayed with us the entire time that you and the rest of your team were here."

"How come J'onn didn't see you two in their minds?" Batman seemed to have recovered quickly from his uneasiness enough to swing back into full detective mode. Flash had clearly seen how much Batgirl's entrance had unsettled the more experienced hero. She's as much like him as Impulse is like me. Maybe... He shook his head super fast, trying to clear that thought out. Iris had already pretty much said that she wasn't going to answer that question.

Speaking of Iris, she quirked an eyebrow at him, "Something on your mind, Uncle Wally?" She blushed then spoke fast, "I-hope-you-don't-mind-my-calling-you-that. It's-just-the-way-that-I-differentiate-between-"

He smiled at her, "I don't mind at all, kiddo."

She smiled back before shaking her head in much the same way that he'd just done. "But don't ever do that again!" he yelped, just a little freaked.

Iris rolled her eyes and turned back to Bats, "Well, all of them were very careful not to think of us. That, and our J'onn was blocking your J'onn at first. And Uncle Bruce is very good at keeping mind readers out." She cleared her throat, "Alright, now that we've got that over with, down to business." Her blue gaze met Batman's scowl again, "Since you're more familiar with this computer than I am, Bats, why don't you do the honors?" He nodded and took his place in front of the supercomputer as she continued talking, "Bat and Oracle have already gone through most of the information on here and those files that they've gone through are marked. You're more than welcome to go back through them if you need to though." Diana just met Wally's eyes for a minute and he shrugged. Both of them were silent for several minutes as Iris elaborated on certain files that their Batman pulled up.

"You're sure that Batgirl's alright, Iris?" Diana finally interrupted, her expression one of concern. "I hadn't meant to upset her like-"

"It's fine, Diana," Iris said, her expression no longer cold when she met the Amazon's gaze. "We already know how you all tick, so we should have been expecting it."

"Still-"

"Just drop it already, Princess," a gruff, feminine voice spoke from behind Flash, making him jump. Batgirl was back. She is way too much like our Bats.

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