Hey guys, Alito Here!

So I've just been messing around with this story and thought that it would be a cool little thing to do. I can't guarantee I'll be able to update all the time, but I will try to do so. Anyways, I've already done about three or four chapter's worth for this story, so I might up load those later.

Batman universe: No specific choice of universe but this does take place well into Batman's career (Jason is Red Hood but WON'T BE IN THE STORY, Barbra is Oracle, Dick was a spy but is back to being Nightwing, Knightfall has passed, and Damien is the new Robin while Tim is Red Robin)

Totally Spies Universe: It's the season where the girls are seniors in high school with a few gadgets from the past and future seasons added in.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own any of this. It's called 'fanfiction' for a reason.

Chapter 1: Off To Gotham

The night was cold. Barely a sound could be heard in the mean streets of Gotham.

Running down one of the alleyways was a lone man in his early 30's dressed in a ragged suit that was riddled with cuts. His brown hair was ruffled while his gorgeous face was bruised. He breathed harshly as he forced his black tie off his neck just to get more air.

He ran until his legs gave out, and jumped at the smallest sounds of cats scurrying about. His nerves had reached their boiling point and forced him to take refuge in an abandoned garage. He ran for the door, and was within complete darkness. He went for the darkest corner of the cluttered garage that hid him from plain sight.

He waited a moment and wanted to hear for any abnormalities from outside the garage. That's when he heard it; the loud echoing of boots strolling right towards the garage. Each step put his heart under great stress. He began to break out in the coldest sweat he had ever had as the steps grew louder, and louder, and louder, until…

…they began to fade away. He was patient until he could hear the footsteps no more.

A relieved sigh had escaped him. His heart was once more at ease. He had actually done it. He was able to do what no known person could.

He turned around and was headed right for the garage door…or so he thought.

Instead he was met with the bone-chilling presence of…something…Something that kept him frozen in place as he starred it dead in its white eyes. Its pointed ears were like that of a demons, while its body was a shroud of darkness in the form of a man.

"N-No…" The man uttered fearfully. "N-No…! P-Please…!"

"Tim Scam…Your time is up."

The last sound to be heard from the darkness of the garage was the blood-curdling scream that howled into the night sky.

Such was the way in the city of Gotham.

BEVERLY HILLS HIGH – CALIFORNIA – 12:32 P.M.

The sun shined brightly over the illustrious and popular school of Beverly Hills High. Students were currently lounging around during their lunch period to meet up with friends, plan for special events, and practice for big school games coming up.

The halls were crowded with students who all talked amongst themselves in excitement for the weekend that was approaching. And none where anymore thrilled to go out tonight then three very special girls.

The one who spoke the loudest had blond, short hair and boy-blue eyes. She was dressed in the latest fashion brands that practically made her out as the most popular girl in all of Beverly Hills. She seemed like the one who always had to dress for success.

The second girl next to her who was trying to calm her down was one with long, copper hair, and bright green eyes. She too, dressed in the newest brand of clothes, but retained a bit of modesty and poise to her attire, but not too much to seem like a buzzkill.

And the third girl who only joined the blonde's jubilance had tanned skin, short, black hair, and hazel-brown eyes. She, like the other two, was dressed head-to-toe in new clothes; however she had the style of an athlete to her.

"AAH! It's almost time girls!" The blond said happily. "For beyond these old, icky walls, is the shopping spree of a life time! And hopefully if the night's still young, and no sudden baddies decide to ding W.H.O.O.H.P's radar, we will literally be shopping till we drop!"

"Yeeah, let's try to avoid the dropping part this time…" Said the copper-haired one. "And besides, in case you forgot; we have that assignment we have to do by next week, and I am not gonna be left doing it all by myself again!"

"Oh, relax, Sammy." The tan girl reassured. "We'll be here with you all Sunday to get it done. But first, me and Clover have got's to get our shop on!"

"Come ooon~ We know you wanna come with~" The blond smiled. "Me and Alex have seen the way you eye that hot new cashier that works at the Pappei's Latte just across the shoe store. I'm sure he'd love to get a visit from you."

"Do me a favor, and stop poking into my business like that…" Sam said with rosy cheeks. "A-And I don't have my eyes on him. I-I just thought it was nice of him to give us free samples!"

"You mean when he gave you free samples." Alex mentioned.

"Can we get back to what matters? I'm looking out for you two here. Now, we need to do research for that presentation Clover dragged all of us into. We just have to pick a city to do it on."

"Sam, duh, why not pick the one you live in already?" Alex questioned.

"Nya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Because that's already been reserved to me!"

The voice that sounded like nail on a chalkboard came from a beautiful, yet snob of a woman with black, long hair and shimmering violet eyes. She, like the girls, was also dressed in the highest fashion and was practically a super model.

"Ugh, of course. Of all the people who'd go the easy way, it totally had to be you, Mandy." Sam said bitterly.

"Aww, is someone bitter because I was smart enough to pick first?" Mandy bragged. "While you has-beens are scrambling for info, I'll be paying a good visit to my best friend; Arnold."

"You really think making Arnold do your project for you will get you an easy grade?" Alex said.

"Why not? He's gotten me this far. Well, that and the perfection that is me. Later, losers. Hahahahaha!"

And with that, Mandy walked off; leaving the three girls with a very sour taste in their mouths they were just dying to shout towards the insufferable girl. However, all three seemed to have the same idea to just let it go.

"Uuugh! I can't STAND that girl!" Clover ranted. "I swear; when I become super rich and super famous, I'll make sure every hair salon she visits gives her the worst bad hair day ever!"

"Easy with the threats, Clover. Don't let Ms. She-witch get to you." Alex said.

"Yeah. And besides, we'll come up with the best presentation that'll knock Mandy right off her pompous high horse. You'll see." Sam assured her.

"I hope so, 'cause now my shopping mood has totally went down a notch…"

The moment Clover spoke, the three had suddenly heard the sound of beeping coming from one of the lockers right next to them. The three girls knew exactly what it was, but, as always, were caught off guard as to how it would happen this time.

The locker immediately opened wide and sucked all three of the girls right into its dark cramped space within seconds of anyone noticing in the hallways. Once in, the three girls began to, once again, slide down a long tube that had them tunneling down at high speed. Their screams echoed within the metal space with no regard for their well-being.

"…AND JERRY CALLING US FOR A MISSION BROUGHT THE MOOD RIGHT TO ZERO!-!-!" Clover yelled.

The three and fallen through a small tunnel that dropped them all onto a red couch with a harsh landing. All three groaned painfully as they tried to pick themselves up.

"Good afternoon, spies. So nice of you to drop in."

Their attention was grabbed by a man in his late 50's that was balding at the top, and dressed in a black suit. He currently sat at his usual desk with a large monitor behind him. The girls themselves didn't need to look around too much to know that they were in his office once again for another mission.

"Jerr, do us a favor and save the jokes for after we rearrange our spines…" Alex groaned as she felt the crack in her back from sitting up.

"Sorry for calling you on such short notice…"

"…no you're not." Sam said.

"…BUT! I'm afraid you have another pressing matter that needs your attention."

"More pressing then the day-one sales going on at the Beverly Hills plaza?-!" Clover outraged. "I sincerely doubt that, but continue."

"Right…anyway…" Jerry turned on the monitor behind him, which showed a map of a city. "Recently, our satellites were hacked into by unfamiliar technology. There's no word on who did it, or even how they were able to bounce through our many security measures. However, one thing that's certain is that the signal originated from one place; Gotham City."

"Gotham? As in; most dangerous city in the world, Gotham?" Sam said fearfully.

"I've heard of that place." Alex mentioned. "It's supposed to be, like, the holy grail of bad guys. And worse, it always rains there. Definitely not good for girls who just got their hair done."

"So some major baddie from Gotham hacked into W.H.O.O.H.P— for what exactly?" Clover asked.

"Information." Jerry said. On the monitor appeared the picture of a familiar face to both Jerry and the girls, with his bio presented to the side. "Last night, Tim Scam had escaped custody of W.H.O.O.H.P and hid himself off the grid."

The girl's reacted in simultaneous shock. All three could remember the mess that Tim Scam had caused. He had taken over Jerry's job, and almost sent him into Space, while stealing the world's water. The spies were lucky to have stopped him the first time, but now he was back to cause even more trouble.

"Troubling, I know. But there's more. The person that hacked us from Gotham stole his personal data from W.H.O.O.P.'s mainframe to use as a possible tracking agent to find and apprehend him."

"Okay, so our job's done for us in catching the creepy guy who tried to take your job and kill us all—not too bad a deal." Clover figured. "All we gotta do is get Tim back from whoever got to him, and everyone's happy."

"Except this 'deal' isn't as simple as we would hope." Jerry explained. "Whoever did all this seems to have no intention of returning Tim or allowing us to get him. In fact, the entire city of Gotham seems to have a defensive system that prevents us from getting close to it."

"Surprise, surprise; a city you can't W.H.O.O.H.P us from." Alex joked.

"But that's not the worst part…" Jerry turned his attention back to the monitor, which activated top-secret files on a peculiar new construct of a canon that had missing attachments to it. "Tim currently has the knowledge to create a deadly chemical weapon, which has the capacity to annihilate an entire city. We could only assume he stole the plans from the lock up precinct, where we keep the plans of W.H.O.O.H.P's most dangerous villains. Most likely he was going to test the weapon out in Gotham first, before using it against us for his vengeance…that is until someone in Gotham got to him first."

"Any idea who?" Sam asked.

"No…but I have a hunch."

Jerry tossed a file to the girls that Sam caught. Inside, they saw different photos and files all about a mysterious bat-like creature soaring across the sky and taking down criminals. All of them seemed to have titled him as…

"The…Bat Man?" All three of them said.

"Precisely." Jerry answered.

"Pfft! Oh, come on, Jerry. The Bat man? That's the best you could come to?" Sam criticized. "Everyone knows there's no such thing as the Bat man. It's just a myth, like the Jersey Devil or Bigfoot. Just a story created to scare the superstitious and cowardly."

"I dunno, Sammy; in our line of work, we don't exactly fight what most would call 'normal'." Alex brought up.

"Yeah, and some weirdo dressed up as an icky old bat is totally up our alley." Clover said. Suddenly at the moment, a thought had entered her blond head and a big smile appeared on her face. "Hold on, girls; my beautiful brain just thought of a wicked smart idea!"

"Oh boy…" Both Sam and Alex muttered.

"We can use Gotham for our school project!" Clover announced. "Think about it; it's a city clouded in mystery, there's a bunch of bad guys there, and we got a flying bat guy going around. That's A+++ material right there!"

"She's got a point." Alex agreed.

"Yeah, up until that 'flying bat guy' part." Sam said with disbelief.

Their small discussion was cut by Jerry's cleared throat.

"As it stands, in order to not arouse suspicion, I have enrolled you three as graduating senior interns, who were fortunate enough to visit Gotham."

"'Kay, so, who're we working for?" Alex asked.

"You'll be interned for one of the most wealthiest companies in the world; Wayne Enterprise."

Immediately Sam perked up as her eyes glowed and her cheeks became red. "Wait! Wayne Enterprises! THE Wayne Enterprise owned by the handsome, genius, and entrepreneur; Bruce Wayne?-!"

"Y-Yes, the very one…" Jerry nodded.

Sam let out a squeak before turning back towards the other two with a bright smile on her face. "Girls, we definitely need to go to Gotham! Like you said, Clover; city in mystery, bad guys, bat—whatever! It's perfect!"

"Nice to see that iron logic of yours, Sammy…" Clover muttered.

"Yes, well, while in Wayne Enterprise, you will need to find the building's technology department." Jerry explained, "Once there, you will need to hack into Wayne's personal satellite to pinpoint Tim Scam's location in Gotham using what the data we have on him."

"Leave it to us, Jerr!" Alex said confidently.

"We'll have Tim Scam all tied up in a pretty bow to send back here." Sam said.

"Plus, we totally kicked his butt before. This'll be a sinch." Clover bragged.

"Good. Now on to your gadgets."

A long table had rose from below the floor and presented itself unto the girls. What immediately got the girls' attention was the large amount of gadgets on the table. It was more items—both big and small, then they were used to carrying.

"You'll be equipped with;
the Remote Virus Palm Coder Decoder
-the Aplique Tracking Device
-the lip balm smoke bomb
-the Buzzsaw Wristwatch
-the Cat Fight Glove
-the glueable chewable tracking gum
-the titanium grappling hook
-the Cherry Lip Bomb, the Wind Tunnel 3000 Tornado Blast Hair Dryer
-and the Bruit Suit."

"The Bruit suit too?" Clover said surprisingly.

"Wow, Jerr. Over-packing, are we?" Alex mentioned as she and the others packed.

"Sorry, Spies." Jerry said, "You must understand the environment you all are about to enter will require an extensive amount of gadgets and your own natural spy skills. This is Gotham; one of the most dangerous cities in the world. I only want you all to be prepared."

"Jeez, Jerr, you make it sound like this'll be our most dangerous mission yet." Sam said.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Jerry said sternly. "Good luck, girls…you will surely need it."

With that, Jerry pressed a button on his desk that made the floor underneath them fall apart and send them down a metal chute; their screams echoing as they descended.

Once they were gone, Jerry sat back in his desk and let out a deep sigh.

"Kinda cute for a bunch of elite spies."

The random voice was accompanied by a black human figure landing on the ground from one of the vents above Jerry's office.

Once gotten a good look at, the figure turned out to be a young man with black short hair, a black domino mask, and an all-black body suit with a blue bird-like design on his chest with wings that stretched down his arms. Around his waist was a utility belt, and on his back seemed to be a pair of metal sticks. The moment he stood up with the sly smirk of his, Jerry couldn't help but message his temple.

"Like teacher like student, I suppose…" Jerry muttered before speaking to the mysterious young man. "So, I would assume you know why I've called you here."

"A few assumptions; most of them involving the hundreds of 'top-secret' envelopes you've sent to my mailbox about me joining this 'illustrious' spy organization." The young man said, as he took a seat on the couch before Jerry's desk. "Been there, done that."

"We know. We've read your files, Agent—"

"AAH! That's 'Nightwing', to you."

"Yes, yes, of course." Jerry waved off; to Nightwing's chagrin. "Nightwing…I know you and him aren't exactly…close as I seem to have researched, however W.H.O.O.H.P cannot sit idly by, and allow a traitor of our own to remain out of our jurisdiction."

"Look, Jerry, it's not like me and the big guy still see eye-to-eye anymore. We're just two different crime fighters now." Nightwing explained. "I get wanting to bring this guy of yours in and get on with the whole 'MIB memory-erasing' thing, but I just can't—"

"That is no longer an excuse."

Jerry clasped his hands together hardened his eyes into a cold stare, while he spoke with a foreboding harshness that Nightwing hasn't seen since his ex-boss.

"Tim Scam is not some ordinary crook who happened to have just waltzed out of W.H.O.O.H.P. He's a dangerous criminal who has the knowledge of all our tech, all our maneuvers, all of our security measures, and worst; all of our personal information. He could attack the agency, me—"

"—the girls..."

A grave look washed over Jerry's face. Just the thought of losing his most trusted spies, whom he's loved like his own daughters, to the hands of that mad man put him in a difficult position. Nightwing could tell that Jerry was riddled with fear by the way the old man's hands trembled.

"Alright, I got the message." Nightwing said. "I'll try and see what I can do about convincing him."

It appeared Jerry was able to calm himself down with that bit of encouragement Nightwing offered.

"Thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate this."

"Yeah, well, anything to get on old man's nerves." Nightwing smiled as he stood from the couch.

"Before you leave, there is one more thing I would like to ask of you." Jerry asked.

Nightwing was a bit apprehensive towards accepting request from spies. He had remembered what the consequences were. Still, he had done his research on W.H.O.O.H.P for a good two years now, and didn't seem to find anything too malicious from them. It was a spy organization afterall; can't do what they do without a few secrets here and there.

"Alright, shoot."