"Okay, how do I look?"

Batgirl looked at Wally. Alfred had done an amazing job of tailoring a spare Batman costume to his measurements, but Wally had a runner's body. Even the padding of additional armor couldn't conceal that. She pulled his cape close around him to hide it.

"You look like Bruce went on the Atkins diet."

Wally pursed his lips, thinking about it. "Okay, how about… now?" He made a frowny face.

"No."

"'This is my city!'" Wally growled. "That good?"

Barbara giggled. The sound was quickly ate up by the Batcave. Warning him off with a wagging finger, she headed for the Batcomputer. Wally followed, surreptitiously adjusting the trunks of his costume. Why did Bruce wear those things on the outside, anyway? And did that mean he didn't wear anything on the inside? Wally really hoped Alfred had washed this thing with the good soap.

"So, you're looking for Talia Al Ghul?" Batgirl plopped down in the throne-like chair, cracking her knuckles before she attacked the keyboard. "Hmm… Last time I checked, she had deserted both Batman and her father. Went off to find herself."

"Less competition for you, huh?"

Barbara blushed beneath her cowl. "Funny."

"Now if only someone could put the Catwoman out for the night…"

"Oh, we are not talking about love lives. Not with Flash-in-the-pan West."

Wally started, his undignified expression magnified by his very serious armor. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You can have any woman you want at your arm in half an hour, but they only stay there for half an hour. So do you just get bored of them or is there more flash than substance to you?"

Wally turned away. After a moment, he collected himself and turned back. "A lot of the girls I know turn out to be supervillains! Or turn into supervillains! Or are turned on by supervillains, and don't even try to defend Slade on that one, because trying to kill someone is one thing, but stealing their girl? Not cool! Plus, how old is that guy, anyway? Was that I Love Little Girls song written totally about him or is it just me? And I'll have you know that bad girls make very good kissers!"

Barbara softened. "You'll find someone, Wally. You just have to keep looking."

"Yeah." Wally rested his chin on her shoulder. "So, is it true that Bats do it upside-down?"

Barbara shoved him away.

"Ah, here we go!" The computer threw new records up onto the screen. "INTERPOL has Talia Al Ghul connected with a radical animal rights group: The WWF."

"…she went into pro wrestling? Is she a foxy boxer? Does she box foxily?"

"No. The World Wildlife Foundation. They used to be legit, but then they turned out to be a front for one of Poison Ivy's schemes. Since then they've gone underground. Bombing animal testing labs, that kind of thing. A nuisance, to be sure, but not much for the actual supervillainy."

Wally looked at Talia Al Ghul's picture. She was beautiful, in a way. Well, every which way but loose. Too bad. He liked loose women.

"Okay, so where do I… and by I, I mean 'Batman' find her?"

Batgirl punched a command into the computer and a spotlight came on, illuminating the Batwing. "Coordinates set for Greenland. I'll tell Alfred to pack you a warm lunch."

Wally tugged on her cape. "Sure you don't wanna come along, do some sightseeing, keep me warm?" he teased. "You know with the ozone layer as it is, those icebergs won't be around forever."

She grinned. "I'm afraid I'll have to give you the cold shoulder on that one."