Batgirl adjusted the setting on her belt radio to match the frequency of the listening device she had planted in the warehouse. There was a brief crackle before she could hear the distant voices.

"Hurry up," said one voice, "We have to get this to Jump City in two days!"

Whoever it was seemed to be in charge. Batgirl didn't recognize her voice, so that eliminated some of the more dangerous threats to Gotham.

It sounded like they were going to leave any minute. Batgirl had to act now if she wanted a chance at stopping them. She army crawled along the roof of the warehouse until she got to the edge. She slid off and gripped onto the roof, using it to swing into the window directly below it and onto a catwalk at the top of the room.

"Someone's there!" shouted the leader from below, "Shoot them!"

Several heavily armed men turned and opened fire on the catwalk with large machine guns. Batgirl sprinted down the path as she heard the metallic noise of bullets ricocheting behind her. These guys were far better armed than any gang in Gotham, and that was saying something. The gunmen were wearing heavy black bodysuits that obscured their faces. There was no way of knowing what sort of tech was worked into those.

Batman and Batgirl had been tracking a particularly well guarded stash of goods that was being moved between gangs. There was supposedly a final handoff to the actual buyer of the product. Batman and Batgirl had narrowed it down to one of a few places. Batgirl just so happened to pick the right one on the first go.

Whoever this buyer was, they were willing to pay a lot of money to ensure its protection. Not only had they armed their security through the teeth, but they had hired a captain so infamous that Batgirl recognized her on sight. She was a muscular, broad shouldered woman with her hair held up in a military cap that matched her uniform. It was Mercy Graves.

Batgirl eyed the windows on the other end of the catwalk. She sprinted for it. There was no use in trying to stay behind and outfight them. She had lost the element of surprise and was hopelessly outgunned. Retreating was the only option.

Batgirl dove out the window, shattering the glass with her shoulder. She drew her grappling gun and fired upward in a Hail Mary to save her from the fall. Her gamble paid off and the grappling gun hooked to the ledge of the building next door, slowing Batgirl's fall into a swing from which she gracefully made it to the ground. Now she just had to get back to her batcycle.

Batman had gotten her a batcycle. In actuality, it was Robin's old motorcycle repurposed into being Batgirl's personal motorcycle. This was strange for several reasons. The first of which was that she was dating that former Robin and current Nightwing: Dick Grayson. The second of which was that Robin had quit under tense circumstances, so it felt strange to be repurposing his equipment so soon.

Batgirl mounted her batcycle and sped away, smoothly maneuvering between cars as she drove for the nearest off road to take back to Wayne Manor.

She activated her earpiece.

"Come in," she panted, "Batman, do you copy?"

"Copy," said Batman back immediately.

"I was spotted at the hand off and had to bail," explained Batgirl, catching her breath, "but you'll never guess who's running point on the assignment."

"Who?"

"Come on," said Batgirl, "You know you want to guess."

"...was it Bane?"

"It wasn't Bane."

"Was it Mercy Graves?"

"Damn!" chuckled Batgirl, "Got it in two. How'd you even-?"

"What was she doing there?"

"She said something about them moving the product to Jump City."

Jump City was where Dick had moved after quitting as Robin and where he currently served as the leader of the Titans.

"..."

"Batman? Do you copy?"

"Copy."

"What should I do?"

"Follow up on the lead," said Batman.

"But-"

"I'll get you a plane ticket to Jump City to leave first thing in the morning," said Batman, "I suggest you get some sleep."

The earpiece clicked.

He hung up on me! realized Batgirl, Sometimes it's particularly easy to see why Dick wanted to get away from this.

Batgirl smiled at the thought of her boyfriend. At least she'd be seeing him.

"What's that?" asked Donna as a ringing sounded throughout the room.

"The front doorbell," said Kara, "Dick finished installing it this past week. Click that monitor and see who it is."

Donna was sitting at the kitchen counter on her phone while Kara laid back on the sofa reading a book. The two of them were on watch duty for the weekend and as such were both spending their time in the communal room at the top of Titans Tower.

The monitor Kara was referring to was the one nearest Donna, attached to an arm on the wall. Donna clicked the switch on it and brought up a feed of the front door. A redheaded woman in sneakers, jeans, and a black hoodie stood looking up at the camera. She had a duffle bag slung over her shoulder.

"Holy cow!" shouted Kara, "It's Batgirl!"

"You know her?" asked Donna.

"Yeah, we did a team up," said Kara, "Let her in, let her in!"

Donna turned back to the monitor and tapped the green 'open' option on the screen. Batgirl looked to the door opening in front of her and walked in. A few minutes later the door at the front of the communal room opened. Batgirl cautiously walked in, looking around.

"Batgirl!" smiled Kara, running over to her.

Batgirl opened her arms and accepted the hug, awkwardly returning it. Kara was being way more friendly than she thought she would be. Donna waved at Batgirl over Kara's shoulder.

"Donna, this is Batgirl," said Kara, finally stepping back from the hug, "Batgirl, Donna."

"A.K.A. Wonder Girl," smiled Donna, shaking Batgirl's hand.

"Nice to meet you," said Batgirl quietly.

"What brings you to town?" asked Kara.

"A very high profile product is being sold by a team of mercenaries," explained Batgirl, "They were moving the product around Gotham for a while, but the buyer sent the mercenaries to bring it here tomorrow."

"That sounds like something we could help with," said Kara, "We'll check with all of Nightwing's contacts and see where and when big deals are going down."

"Oh, thanks!" smiled Batgirl, "But that's not actually why I'm here. Speaking of Nightwing, is he around?"

"No," said Kara, "Him and Speedy are working a case in Blüdhaven. Why?"

"I was just hoping to surprise him is all," said Batgirl.

"Surprise him?" said Kara, "Why would you want to-"

Kara's face lit up.

"You're Nightwing's girlfriend!" she realized.

"What!?" cried Donna, equally interested.

"Yeah," said Batgirl, "Did he, uh, mention me?"

"Only good things. He was always super vague," said Donna, "which makes sense now in retrospect."

"That's so cute!" squealed Kara, "Robin and Batgirl dating! I mean Nightwing and Batgirl."

Batgirl blushed. She knew it was irresponsible for Dick to even tell them he had a girlfriend, let alone talk about her. Still, she was flattered that he cared enough about her to do that. Now if only he had the good sense to text her when he was leaving town…

"Here," said Kara, holding out her hand for the duffle, "I'll set you up in one of the spare rooms."

"Spare rooms?"

"You thought we were using every single room in a place this big?" scoffed Kara.

"No," said Batgirl, "No, I'm sorry. I wasn't going to stay. I just still had my duffle-"

"Oh come on," said Kara, "You're Batgirl and our leader's girlfriend. This place literally used to be a hotel. Stay here!"

"Well, okay," conceded Batgirl, "It'll probably be more tactically sound anyway."

"Yay!" cheered Donna, punching both fists into the air, "Slumber party!"

"I could patrol the streets," offered Batgirl.

"Supergirl has this," assured Donna, "She's checking in with Nightwing's contacts now. There's really not much else you can do but wait."

"Alright," said Supergirl, speeding into the room with both hands resting behind her back.

"Holy-!" gasped Batgirl, assuming a fighting position.

"You get used to it," shrugged Donna.

"We found your deal," said Supergirl, "They're arriving at the abandoned trainyard tomorrow night."

"Good," nodded Batgirl, "Let's stake it out and-"

"Oh no need," dismissed Supergirl, "With Wonder Girl and I backing you up, this'll be a piece of cake. You need to relax."

"Um…"

"Which is why I swung by the liquor store and got this!" smiled Supergirl, revealing a bottle of wine she'd been keeping behind her back.

"Diana says our Amazonian physiology means we can't get drunk on alcohol made outside of Themyscira," frowned Donna.

"Same with me and the yellow sun," said Supergirl, "which is why I got this!"

Supergirl revealed her other hand to be holding a small bottle of clear liquid.

"S.T.A.R. Labs developed this a few years back," she explained, "Metahumans, demigods, aliens, speedsters, this stuff works on all of us. I don't know the exact science behind it, but it works!"

"Are we sure this is the best move?" asked Batgirl nervously, "We're going to want to be at 100% tomorrow night."

"You'll never be at 100% if you don't relax," said Supergirl, handing Batgirl the wine, "You'll have plenty of time to rest tomorrow before the handoff."

Batgirl looked at the wine bottle. Then she looked back up at Supergirl, then at Donna. Then she looked back at the bottle again.

"This isn't the batcave," said Supergirl, "You're allowed to have a little fun."

"...where's your bottle opener?"

"That's the spirit!"

"I'm just saying," slurred Kara, "No one asked me before they settled on the name. Obviously I would have preferred Superwoman. It wasn't my call! The Planet published it and it stuck."

"Tell me about it," nodded Batgirl, "My code name is based on something Dick said while trying to flirt with me."

"How did you two meet?" asked Donna.

The three had changed into pajamas and were relaxing in Donna's private quarters, which was decorated with posters of boy bands and movie stars. Batgirl wore a black T-shirt with grey sweatpants. Kara had a white T-shirt with pink pajama shorts. Donna wanted to be naked, but Kara convinced her to at least put on boyshorts and a T-shirt. Their drinks were laid out in front of them as they all sat on the floor facing one another.

"He was undercover at my college," said Batgirl, "Then I helped him take down a weapons dealer."

"That's so sweet," chuckled Kara.

"I wish he had let me know he was going to be in Blüdhaven," sighed Batgirl, "I mean, obviously I can't visit him or anything now, but it's the kind of thing I'd just like to know, you know."

"You should tell him that," suggested Kara.

"You sure?" asked Batgirl, "That won't seem too clingy?"

"If it's what you want you should tell him," said Kara.

"I agree," chimed in Donna, "You should text him right now!"

"Right now?"

"Yeah!" cheered Kara, "Right now!"

So Batgirl did. Both of her companions watched vigilantly over her shoulder as she composed the text and hit 'send.'

"What do you think he'll say?" asked Batgirl.

"He probably won't see it till morning," pointed out Kara, "Right now he's either asleep or working."

"You're right…" said Batgirl.

"Hey!" declared Donna, slapping her hand down on the floor, "Let's play truth or dare!"

"Truth or dare?" laughed Batgirl nervously, "What is this, a college dorm?"

"It's an integral part of slumber parties!" insisted Donna, "Please?"

"Sounds fun to me," smiled Kara.

"...fine," conceded Batgirl.

"I'll go first," announced Donna, "Kara: truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you have a crush on any of the other Titans?"

Batgirl snorted out her drink. She hadn't expected such a personal question right off the bat. What might they ask her?

"Sorry to be boring," said Kara, "but no. I mean, at least not yet."

"Boo," frowned Donna back.

"Batgirl," said Kara, "Truth or dare?"

Batgirl wasn't about to open up with any secrets, but she didn't want to lie to them either.

"Dare."

"Fine," said Kara, disappointed, "I dare you to… wrestle Donna for a full minute."

"Are you kidding?" asked Batgirl, "She's an Amazon! I don't have super strength or anything you know!"

"That's why it's a dare."

"Don't worry," said Donna, "I'll go easy."

She didn't. The minute was a nonstop series of painful wrestling holds Donna would put Batgirl in, straining her body and bending her limbs to their limit before the time was finally up and Donna left Batgirl sprawled out on the ground in an unwound pretzel.

"Ungh…." moaned Batgirl.

"Now that's something," laughed Kara, "Batgirl looks like she can barely move."

"Ngh…" grunted Batgirl, working her way back up to a sitting position.

Batgirl had only been sitting upright for a moment before a pillow struck her in the side of the head at incredible velocity, taking her with it as it flew across the room and slammed them both into the far wall. Kara looked back and saw Donna still with her arm outstretched, having thrown the pillow.

"It wouldn't be a slumber party without a pillow fight!" she declared.

"Then you might want to pick on someone your own size," grinned Kara.

Kara disappeared and then reappeared behind Donna in an instant, pillow in hand. Donna barely had time to turn around before Kara wound back and swung the pillow into Donna with her massive strength. The blow shattered the pillow into a cloud of feathers and sent Donna careening across the room and into the metal door, which crumpled and fell from the doorway upon impact, leaving Donna lying on the busted door out in the hallway.

"Whoops," said Kara, lifting a hand to her mouth in surprise.

Donna didn't waste any time responding. She launched herself from the ground directly at Kara, tackling her off the bed and to the ground. Batgirl slowly got to her feet as she saw the two superpowered women locked in a wrestling match. Soon Kara had forced Donna face down on the ground and kept her pinned there by resting a knee on her. She flipped up the back of Donna's shirt and grabbed a hold of the purple boyshorts.

"Oh no…" realized Donna quietly.

Donna's quiet voice became a shrill squeal as the purple fabric disappeared into her butt as Kara yanked the waistband up toward the sky. Batgirl winced at the sight of the effects of such a brutal wedgie firsthand.

Donna interrupted the prank by freeing her arm from under herself and elbowing Kara in the knee to knock it off of her then pushing the Kryptonian away with an open palm strike. Kara stopped her momentum in the air with her flight, but Donna was soon upon her again. This time Donna latched onto Kara as they hovered there, grasping onto her and trying to put her in some sort of hold.

Kara grew impatient and flew directly into Donna's mattress in an attempt to throw the Amazon from her. Donna was expecting this however and quickly recovered, using her superior reaction time to swing around and climb up onto Kara's back. She then grabbed the waistband of Kara's pajama shorts. She jerked upward with Amazonian strength and Batgirl smirked in spite of herself as she saw the shorts go up Kara's butt, revealing her white and pink polka dot underwear underneath as Kara's eyes bulged in surprise and discomfort.

The two women pushed away from each other, both pausing to pull their clothing from out of their butts. Batgirl laughed loudly at the sight. She regretted it immediately. Both Kara and Donna were looking at her with devious grins.

"Wait…" began Batgirl.

It was futile. Both superspeed women were upon Batgirl faster than she could blink, each grabbing one side of the waistband of her sweatpants. The next thing Batgirl knew her pants were forcing their way up every crevice, taking her underwear along with it. Batgirl twitched in pain for a few moments before they dropped her, leaving her sweatpants all the way up at her armpits with both a frontal and back wedgie clearly visible through the pants.

"No fair…" she squeaked.

"On that note," smiled Kara, "I think it's about time we turned in. Batgirl was right earlier. We do need to be well rested for the mission."

"Thanks," chirped Batgirl at a high octave before pulling her pants and underwear out of her butt, adding a much deeper "Thanks" to compensate.

"Good night," said Kara, "and sorry about the door, Donna. I'll fix it in the morning."

"Sure thing," said Donna, waving as the other two walked out of her room, "Good night."

Batgirl smiled in spite of herself as she made her way back to her guest room. Despite the ungodly wedgie, brutal wrestling defeat, and painful pillow attack, she really did have a good time. Kara and Donna made her happy in a way few other people did. The more time she spent with the Titans, the more she understood why Dick had left Gotham for them.

"Alright," whispered Supergirl into her earpiece, "Here they come…"

Supergirl was floating behind a pile of shipping containers, peering around the corner as she saw the truck drive into the trainyard. It slowly made its way to a clearing between two trains, slowly unloading the mercenaries aboard as they stood in ready positions with their weapons.

"You weren't kidding when you said they were heavily armed," added Supergirl.

"Shouldn't be a problem for you, right?" said Batgirl back into the headpiece, "After all, you're bulletproof."

"I know," said Supergirl, "Just making an observation."

Batgirl stood aboard one of the empty cars in the train next to the truck. Batgirl hadn't expected her hiding place to be so close to the target. Luckily her dark batsuit helped her blend into the night easily.

"I can't see them," said Wonder Girl into the earpiece, "Someone is going to have to signal me when to move out."

"Copy," said Batgirl.

Batgirl and Supergirl continued to watch closely as several mercenaries holstered their guns and began opening the back of the truck. They slowly unloaded a large crate and placed it on the ground. Mercy Graves emerged from the truck with a crowbar in hand. She forced open the crate and smiled at the contents inside.

"What's she doing?" wondered Batgirl aloud, "Why is she opening it here? Supergirl, can you see what it is?"

"Sort of," said Supergirl, "It looks like a large rifle."

"A large rifle?" asked Wonder Girl, "As in, only one?"

"Stay on your toes," warned Batgirl, "I don't like this."

Mercy Graves lifted the rifle from the crate examining it over. She futzed with some switches on the weapon and it slowly began to emit a silver glow from several points on the gun. She practiced aiming it a few times before looking at it in satisfaction.

"I say we take them out now," said Supergirl, "before she hurts anyone with that thing."

"Don't we want to find out who the buyer is first?" asked Wonder Girl.

"Keeping everyone safe is the priority," said Batgirl, "We can look into the buyer later with any information we get from them."

"So we're moving?" asked Wonder Girl.

"Yup," said Batgirl, "Let's do it, ladies."

The mercenaries all tensed up as Batgirl jumped from the train car, Supergirl swooped in from behind the shipping crates, and Wonder Girl leapt over for the other side of one of the trains.

"Well isn't this an interesting line up?" commented Mercy, "Looks like someone followed us all the way from Gotham. And she brought friends."

"You're awfully smug considering you're up against Supergirl herself," said Batgirl.

"You make a good point," said Mercy, pointing at Batgirl, "But then again, not all of you are bulletproof, are you? Open fire!"

Batgirl leapt to the side, but she knew it was futile. With over a dozen heavily armed mercenaries firing automatic weapons right at her, Batgirl had no hope of dodging. Luckily, Supergirl was faster than a speeding bullet. She sped over and used her body and cape to block any of the bullets from hitting Batgirl. Then she instantly rushed the mercenaries, punching all of them in the head and knocking each of them out before they had a chance to fire another shot.

"Aw," smiled Batgirl, "You didn't save any for me?"

"You're welcome," scoffed Supergirl.

"Impressive," acknowledged Mercy, looking around at her defeated allies, "but you should have taken care of me first."

Supergirl launched herself at Mercy, but Mercy had already pulled the trigger on her rifle. Supergirl ran head first into the slug that fired out of it. She cried out in pain as she was sent flying backwards and crashed into the train car beside Batgirl, emitting a cloud of silver dust.

"Supergirl!" screamed both Batgirl and Wonder Girl.

"Perfect," grinned Mercy.

Batgirl and Wonder Girl ran to Supergirl's side. The Kryptonian was struggling to get to her knees, groaning in pain as she seemed to give off a silver sheen. When she finally looked up to Batgirl and Wonder Girl, her irises had turned red and were glowing. She looked furious.

"Um…" muttered Batgirl nervously.

"Since you're so interested in this weapon," said Mercy, "I suppose I should let you know: this is a silver Kryptonite rifle. Supergirl was always the target. Imagine my luck that she showed up right to our delivery site!"

"Silver Kryptonite?" asked Wonder Girl.

"Oh no," realized Batgirl, recalling Batman's files on the substance.

Silver Kryptonite wasn't like the normal green variety. It didn't depower Kryptonians under a yellow sun. Instead it altered their perception. They were every bit as powerful, but saw everyone around them as their worst enemies.

"Look out!" cried Wonder Girl.

Supergirl went to punch Batgirl. Wonder Girl, knowing a full strength punch from Supergirl would kill a normal human, pushed Batgirl out of the way and took the blow. It sent her flying into Mercy's truck, tipping it over and leaving a large dent in the side.

"Supergirl, wait!" pleaded Batgirl, "It's me, remember? Batgirl?"

Supergirl's red eyes intensified into a brighter red. Batgirl was sure she'd be incinerated by heat vision, but Wonder Woman slammed into Supergirl from the side and smashed her through the train and across the trainyard, landing in a wrestling match on the ground.

Batgirl returned her attention to Mercy, but she was nowhere to be found.

Forget it, thought Batgirl, I need to focus on Supergirl. She could really hurt somebody.

Batgirl ran across the trainyard to where Supergirl and Wonder Girl were fighting. The two were now engaged in a full on fistfight, pounding one another into the ground and sending one another flying by punching at their full strength. Batgirl felt completely powerless watching these powerful women fight. She wished there was some way she could help. She wished there was some way to bring Supergirl to her senses, some way to remind her who they were so she'd stop attacking them.

That's it! realized Batgirl.

"Wonder Girl!" she shouted, "Give her a wedgie!"

"What?" asked Wonder Girl, straining.

Supergirl had pinned Wonder Girl to the ground as the Amazon tried to break free. Supergirl blasted her heat vision to blow away Wonder Girl's face, but Wonder Girl tilted her head to dodge the deadly attack. She winced as the heat from the beam washed over her face as it continued to fire into the dirt besides her head. Then she reached up and grabbed Kara's head, holding it to keep her from turning her head and obliterating Wonder Girl's face with the heat vision.

"Like during the slumber party!" shouted Batgirl, "Maybe it'll jog her memory!"

Wonder Girl, not knowing what else to do, shrugged in acceptance. She pulled her legs and kicked upward into Supergirl's gut with both feet, somersaulting backwards and sending Supergirl flying back over her head as the heat vision dissipated. Wonder Girl quickly righted herself and sprinted at Supergirl at blinding speed. Supergirl landed face first on the ground, quickly getting back up to her knees. Wonder Girl grabbed the back of her leotard with both hands.

"I hope this works," whispered Wonder Girl.

She yanked up with full strength. The leotard tightened around Supergirl's armpits and went straight up into her butt, bringing Supergirl's tights and undies along for the ride. Supergirl let out a squeal and pushed away from Wonder Girl, shoving both hands down the back of her skirt to fix the wedgie.

"Donna!" she groaned, "Seriously?"

"Yes!" cheered Batgirl, pumping her fist.

"Wait a minute," said Supergirl, confused, "What happened? Where's Mercy?"

"Don't know," said Batgirl, "We lost track of her soon after she hit you with that silver Kryptonite."

Supergirl growled and launched up into the sky. After she had flown high above the trainyard, she gave the whole area a quick scan with her superhuman vision. She picked out Mercy sneaking away between trains within seconds. She dove down and landed directly in front of her, knocking the rifle out of her hands before she even knew Supergirl was there.

"What!?" cried Mercy, "But how!?"

"Allow me to show you," smiled Supergirl.

The authorities later arrived at the trainyard to pick up all of the unconscious mercenaries and collect all the evidence. They didn't find Mercy at first, but eventually found her suspended from the corner of a shipping container by her white briefs, pouting in indignance.

"Red Arrow is never going to be a thing," said Dick.

"I'm just saying," said Roy, "if you get to rebrand, why can't I?"

"You can," said Dick, "You just can't rebrand to something stupid."

"Shut up."

Both boys had duffle bags over their shoulders, having just arrived back from Blüdhaven. They had come to Titans Tower directly from the airport and were looking forward to reuniting with the team and taking a break after such a long mission. Dick pressed the button next to the door to the top floor's communal area.

"Hi Dick!" waved Barbara.

"..."

Dick had no idea how to respond. His girlfriend was currently sitting in his kitchen area at the counter with a bowl of ice cream in front of her. Kara and Donna sat on either side, each with a bowl themselves. Dick couldn't fathom why Barbara would be in the tower, especially out of costume.

"I, uh," said Barbara, "introduced myself to them as Batgirl. They know we're dating."

"...Batgirl," said Dick slowly, "Um… What are you doing here?"

"Kara and Donna offered to help me with a weapons deal that led here from Gotham."

"This is why you said you wanted to know more about what I'm doing and where I am," realized Dick, "You thought I was going to be here."

"Uh, right…" blushed Barbara, having almost forgotten she even sent that drunk text.

"Well not to worry," said Dick, "I'll be sure to be better about that. Plus, I'm here now!"

"Yeah," said Barbara, "but my plane leaves in, like, two hours."

"Oh," realized Dick sadly.

"I had a good time though!" offered Barbara, "Kara and Donna are great! You have a really good team here."

"...thanks," smiled Dick.

"I should actually get going," said Barbara, grabbing her own duffle back and heading for the door.

She stopped at Dick's side and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Call you later," she whispered.

"Nice meeting you, Batgirl!" called Donna.

Barbara paused, readjusted her bag and looked back.

"Call me Barbara," she said, "or Babs if you're feeling concise."

"Bye Barbara," smiled Kara, "Have a safe trip."

Barbra smiled, waved, and ran off for the elevator. After a few moments, it was only the Titans in the room again.

"You have good taste," said Donna to Dick.

"Excuse me?"

"Barbara," she clarified, "She's wonderful."

"What did you three do exactly?" asked Dick.

"Oh!" said Kara, "That reminds me: we need to get a new door for Donna's quarters. The last one is lying crumpled on the floor of the hallway. How do we go about getting that fixed?"