"Why Batgirl, what brings you here?"
"You know why I'm here. That painting. It belongs in a museum."
Killer moth smiled. "I guess this is where I'm supposed to say, 'so do you.'"
From the other side of the room, they heard a sultry voice say, "Joker would like that one."
"Ivy?" You've teamed up with this second-rate thief?"
"Second rate thief!" Moth said indignantly, as Batgirl tried to keep track of both villains. "I thought you'd learned not to mock me. Time for another lesson," he said as he started to pull the trigger on his cocoon gun.
Batgirl leaped out of the way just in time as Ivy ended up partly encased in the translucent yellow glue that the Moths gun emitted.
"You idiot!" Ivy said as she directed her plants to catch Batgirl.
What Moth had taught Batgirl was not to let her own pride endanger herself. It was time for a tactical retreat. She dove for the window.
As she did one of Ivy's plants caught her by the ankle. She had slipped out of its grasp, but this made for an uncontrolled fall. She used her grapple gun to slow her fall, but it was still a rough, clumsy landing. She felt a shock of pain before hitting her head and losing consciousness.
Later, she didn't know how long, she slowly came to. She registered a bandage on her head and an immobilized leg.
Then she started to recognize where she was: in her own apartment.
The figure sitting in a chair next to the bed she was in, leaned over her; "Take it easy Barbara. You're going to be okay. Took a bad fall though."
The voice and face were familiar. At first, she thought it was her father. But no, too young...It was the other James Gordon, her brother...and she was still partly in her Batgirl garb.
"What happened?"
"Well," her brother said. "Let's start with the last thing you remember."
Still a little groggy she recounted the fight with Ivy and Killer Moth. "I hit my head while I was falling, next thing I knew someone was carrying me. I was in no shape to put up a fight. So, I just held on to hope that it wasn't another enemy. Soon I lost consciousness again, I think." She added, "Surprised?"
He smiled. "Not really. I started to suspect a while back. The reason I was there for you tonight is that I was following you to get confirmation."
"So..."She began but was interrupted, "I won't say anything. Not even to dad. But really Barb, if I've figured it out, do you think he hasn't?"
She sighed. "Batman and Robin are going to be so mad." She added, "I don't suppose you've found them out."
"Barb, once you get the identity of one, the other two aren't hard to guess."
"I'm so dead," she said.
"Not if I can help it, you're not." She looked down at the bandages around one arm, her torso and where one of her boots had been. A splint had replaced the other boot.
In response to her self-assessment James said, in a teasing tone, "Go-go boots? Is that really the best choice for crime fighting?"
She couldn't help but chuckle. "Hey, I fight crime and look good doing it."
"Can't argue with you there, sis."
Before she could come up with a teasing comment in response he said, "But we need to get you to a doctor. You took a good crack on the head, beyond what a former Army medic can do."
From how she felt, she didn't doubt it. "Hand me one of my gloves."
He did as she asked, and she activated the communication device in the wrist. "Guys. Can either of you hear me?"
An older voice answered. "They aren't available at the moment. But maybe I can help."
"I need a doctor, Alfred." She hesitated for a moment. "My brother is taking me to Wayne manor."
"I see...then?" she answered his question. "Yeah, he knows."
"Very well, we will be waiting. Lead him to the...other entrance."
She ended the conversation. "I'm in no shape to change my clothes," she told James.
"I'll bring some of them. In the meantime, wear my jacket. It'll hide enough of your costume," he said, as he draped it around her.
Soon they were in his car. He turned to her, saying, "There's something we'll have to talk to Mr. Wayne and Dick about."
"What's that?" She asked, suspecting the answer.
"I want in."