"Deadeye" Brunt Seklar's perspective:

"I don't get the logic," said the one-eyed mob boss with a patch on his missing right eye. "He's not from around here."

"My condidtions for him are specific," said the person hiding in the shadows of the warehouse with a proposal for Deadeye. "He will come in time after we are finished. Just make sure you cause a lot of trouble with the recruits I will frighten into your organization."

Bruce Wayne's perspective:

Bruce's phone was ringing. It was Dick Grayson.

"I know you told me, you don't need any help from me," said Dick, "But what if I told you that I'd like some from you?"

"Anytime, anywhere," promised Bruce.

"We've got a gang problem in Bludhaven," said Dick. "We need help." In case someone was listening in somehow, Dick was being carefully to not spell out that Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson were The Batman and Nightwing.

"I'll see what I can do," promised Bruce.

When Selina Kyle, Barbara Gordon, and Tim Drake arrived, Bruce told them, "We have to split up for a short while."

"Can't commit?" asked Selina.

"It's not that," Bruce assured her with a hand on her shoulder. "Dick has asked us to go to Bludhaven to give him a helping hand."

"Let me go," said Barbara. "I haven't seen him in a long time." And Bruce knew of the feelings between them.

"You and Selina can go," said Bruce.

"Is that necessary?" asked Selina.

"Yes," insisted Bruce sternly. "You're still far from trusting each other completely. I want you to get more used to each other." But the hostility between the women was not what it once was, either. They did not object.

"Ladies," said Bruce, "I have a thousand dollars right here," he brandished an envelope containing them. "This should finance your trip if you get the job done in a timely fashion. If not, phone me. I've informed the company that Barbara is going to be on vacation." Selina was officially unemployed so there was no need to inform anyone but her friend, Sabisia Williams.

"Understood," Barbara nodded.

"So it's Batman and Robin again in Gotham?" asked Tim.

"Yes," said Bruce.

Barbara Gordon's perspective:

The next morning, Barbara and Selina were riding to Bludhaven. Selina's car radio was on a "soul" station and an energetic black music artist was singing on it. Barbara was not into this kind of music, so she reached for the dial. Selina gently slapped her hand away.

"Don't touch a black woman's radio," said Selina. "Plus, I don't think Dick would appreciate you fantasizing about cheating on him with a rockin' dreamboat."

"That's not funny," said Barbara, knowing that Selina was probably right. "I happen to love the guy."

"Don't blame you," said Selina. "I always thought he was a sexy little boy. Only cuter as a man. You won't tell Bruce I said that, will you?"

"I can keep a secret if you can," promised Barbara. She still was far from trusting Selina, but mutually assured destruction kept everyone honest.

"At least you're listening to music," Selina smiled. "Bruce doesn't have any real radio in the Batmobile."

"Tell me about it," said Barbara. She started speaking in a mock macho voice. "'There can be no distractions in this line of work.' I swear, the man hates fun."

"Mm-hmm," Selina agreed. "Say, I think that's the first time we've ever totally agreed on anything."

Barbara nodded with a smile.

Batman's perspective:

Because of his relationship with The Catwoman, this night ended the longest stretch of time since The Batman and Robin had been together in the Batmobile. Probably too long. After all, this had been a tradition for years.

The Dynamic Duo saw three men knocking out a man with baseball bats so Batman stopped the car and opened the front shield. Batman and Robin rushed the attackers Batman knocked out one with two jabs and cross, ducked a bat swing from behind, and mule kicked a second man out.

Robin leapt at his own target, wrapped his legs around the thugs throat, and grabbed hold of the bat with his hands. He twisted his legs just enough to slow the thug's breath. Within seconds, he was out cold.

Getting a phone out of the unconscious victim's pocket, Batman said, "I'm calling the police over here and then we're gone."

"Great to form this team again," said Robin. Batman nodded in agreement.

Dick Grayson's perspective:

Dick's door began ringing (restitution from the company his dead parents and the fact that he was Bruce Wayne's ward for a few years had enabled him to buy a house, despite only being twenty-one years old).

Dick answered the door. It was Barbara, who leapt into a hug that nearly toppled him! "I see you missed me," smiled Dick.

"Mm-hmm," Barbara smiled back at him.

"Young love," noted Selina.

"Look out!" warned Dick. He now noticed Selina behind Barbara. "You've been followed." Many knew Selina and Catwoman to be the same person, but no one had been able to prove it.

"I know," said Barbara. "We think she's changed. I have my doubts, but she's done enough good to only deserve healthy suspicion."

"Bruce never told me about this," said Dick.

"He wouldn't," agreed Selina. "He may be tougher than Hell and the world's greatest detective, but he could learn more about character."

"So what do you need help for?" asked Barbara.

"A local pirate-themed gang called The Buccaneers has been recruiting like mad! They've got two hundred guys at least! I don't know how Deadeye Seklar is doing it. I thought he was a minor league gang leader, but I guess I was wrong.

"This is gonna be tough," said Barbara.

"I have just the way to do it," said Selina.

Robin's perspective:

Batman and Robin were on a building, looking around and below for trouble. Suddenly, Batman grunted lightly in pain. Robin saw a dart sticking into Batman's left cheek. He seemed a bit dizzy as sedative entered his bloodstream.

"Are you OK?" asked Robin.

"No," said Batman. "Be alert!"

"It's for your own good... I think," called a female voice. It was several buildings away. This woman leapt or climbed on a thrown grappling hook across rooftops until she reached Batman and Robin. It was The Huntress. Robin noticed that she had a small crossbow put away. No doubt it was the weapon she had weakened Batman with.

"Oh, no," said Robin.

"Oh, yes," said Huntress.

"Let me guess," said Batman. "You think I'm in cahoots with Catwoman. It's the other way around, I assure you."

"I knew you'd say that," said The Huntress, drawing and loading her large crossbow. "I'll hear you out. What makes you think she's changed?"

"She's done good," said Batman.

"Or so she'd have you think," said The Huntress, unmoved. "What makes you think she's changed. I mean, besides that you want to get in her black leather."

Sensing that Batman was seething at Huntress' implication, Robin answered her question. "To tell you the truth, she blackmailed him."

"Robin," snapped Batman.

"It's true," said Robin.

"I've heard enough," said The Huntress, pointing her crossbow at Batman's head. "She's using you. She doesn't love you. Tell me where and how I can find evidence against her. I don't want to do this to you, but if you're going to protect her..."

"Alright," said Robin as he walked towards The Huntress.

"Robin..." said Batman again, this time in quiet anger.

"It's got to be done," said Robin. But he had his retracted staff covered in his hands. He lengthened it and knocked the crossbow of a surprised Huntress away. Batman threw a Batarang at the crossbow in an attempt to knock it farther away. He missed. He did succeed on a second attempt, but Robin knew that Batman was far from one hundred percent, and only going to get weaker with time. They had to escape.

"Retreat," yelled Batman as he ran to the door into the mall below.

As he followed, Robin asked, "Batman, why aren't we going to the Batmobile?"

"Because she's good enough with that crossbow to pick us off on the way," said Batman. "And believe me, she will."

They sneaked around in the store below, G-Mart. It was hard to get around without being seen, but the opportunities presented themselves. They spent a lot of time hiding in shadowy spots of G-Mart. At this hour, the crowds were finally thinning out a bit, so they could just barely get inside unnoticed. Finally, they found rack of shirts in a quiet corner of the store and hid under it.

"Antitoxin," whispered Batman. He was getting sicker and sicker. Robin injected it into his neck. Now they had to hope the sedative wore off before the place closed.

And if not, please don't let The Huntress be trapped here with us!

Nightwing's pespective:

"Are you sure this is the place?" Batgirl asked Nightwing uncertainly.

"Positive," Nightwing explained again. "I trailed Deadeye here long ago. In fact, the only reason I need you girls is because after that monstrous recruitment he's been doing, I couldn't take them all by myself. He's even getting a lot of them from other gangs."

"Sounds like at this rate, there won't be any other gangs for long," said Catwoman.

"Don't get the wrong idea," grinned Nightwing. "I'd miss them like a paper cut. I just don't want them running my town."

They entered the building and saw through the window how many there were wearing costumes, as per the pirate-themed gang that they were, The Buccaneers. If anything, more recent recruits meant that Nightwing had underestimated the number of people there, if anything.

"Why haven't the police done anything about them?" asked Batgirl.

"They don't want to mess with this many people," said Nightwing sadly.

"Of course not," grumbled Catwoman. "America's finest, indeed!"

Nightwing shook his head. Catwoman may have been both hot and reformed, but Nightwing still wondered how Batman could love her. Nightwing hated Catwoman's contempt for authority... and, in this case, being right.

"They have us outnumbered by more than a hundred to one," said Batgirl. "We need a plan."

"I've got one," offered Catwoman. "Let me go alone. I'll sneak into their fuse box and turn out the lights. They'll be off-balance in darkness with so many people. We've still got my night-vision goggles and your lenses. The odds will at least be even."

It was reasonably sound. Undisciplined gangs, unlike the mafia, handled unusual situations badly, and in the dark so much manpower might actually hurt The Buccaneers. But Nightwing still had one question. "What if you get caught?"

"Never happen," Catwoman beamed proudly. "I was the greatest thief in the world and besides, they may have an entire army of guys, but they're still amateur thugs. Arrogant in big numbers like they have right now, cluckin' chickens by themselves. The power's going out, and they'll have no idea that it's more than a glitch."

"I hope so," said Batgirl. "Amateurs or not, we need a break to survive this many of them."

Catwoman nodded. She used her claws to extract a segment of a window big enough for her to fit through it and into the building. Within seconds, she seemed to have vanished. She's good.

Soon enough, all the lights abruptly went out. It was time. Nightwing and Batgirl activated their night-vision lenses, then smashed through other windows for effect.

The battle had begun. Nightwing and Batgirl began taking out gangsters. Before long, Catwoman had entered the fray to do the same. At one point, many criminals finally drew guns and started shooting. But as it was dark except for the phones that only a few of them had the presence of mind to turn on, they only shot their comrades trying to pick off the costumed heroes!

"No, morons!" shouted Deadeye Seklar. "You're hitting my other men. Drop the..." What he was about to say turned into a death rattle. It was obvious why. Despite being in the middle of a high-stakes war, Nightwing felt a little sad for him. Batman had taught Nightwing to feel compassion even for the bad guys.

Catwoman had been right. Plunging the place into darkness had knocked The Buccaneers so off-balance that their numbers were not helping them very much. If anything, it had hurt because of the lack of room to move, along with the darkness-fueled panic. Fists, boots, and assorted weapons continued to whittle down their numbers. Eventually, they had all been knocked out by Nightwing, Batgirl, Catwoman, or killed by friendly fire.

"What did I tell you?" asked Catwoman as she raised her hand to be slapped. "We won!"

"A battle," corrected a female voice. The heroes looked in her direction to see a Chinese woman wearing night-vision goggles and wearing a formal martial arts class karategi. "But you have one opponent left yet in this war."

"Lady Shiva," Catwoman identified the last opponent.

"Who the Hell is she?" asked Nightwing.

"A bitch with an ancient mentality," explained Catwoman. "Fought Batman but insisted on killing him. I had to help him out."

"You make it sound so dignified, Catwoman," frowned Shiva. "You soiled the honor of dignified combat with your interference."

"Sounds like you've got a screwed-up idea of 'honor,'" Batgirl returned Shiva's frown.

"Especially since you apparently helped a gang get a lot stronger just to get back at Batman and Catwoman," mocked Nightwing. "Just out of curiosity, what were you pulling, exactly?"

"I knew The Batman's former protege was here," explained Shiva. "I knew he wouldn't agree to a duel, so I thought that by apprehending you, Nightwing, I could force him to come to me and fight for you."

"Happy to disappoint you," Batgirl smirked.

But Lady Shiva smiled. "On the contrary. This makes the outcome more interesting."

"You want us to play rock/paper/scissors for the chance to fight you?" guessed Catwoman.

"Of course not," laughed Shiva. "None of you anywhere near my class. I believe in good fights. Here is my proposal. No weapons. Pure, natural combat is the name of the game as you Americans are so fond of saying. You will can take turns attacking me. After one of you is knocked down, moving eight feet away from me will forfeit your turn and pass it to someone else. If the three of you or I are knocked out or die, that side is defeated. Any violation of these rules will constitute a defeat for the side of the perpetrator."

"I've got a better idea," Catwoman stared hard at Lady Shiva. "You can't take us all at once, and we'd rather be sneaky and merciful than 'honorable' murderers." Batgirl and Nightwing nodded.

"Since you don't kill," said Shiva, "I shall tell your police force who you are. Do this my way and I promise to keep your secrets to myself."

"What's she talking about?" asked Batgirl.

"I hoped she didn't know enough to play that card," Catwoman grinned nervously. "She knows who we are. We've gotta play her game. Just be careful. I wasn't kidding when I said Batman needed me to survive her. He couldn't even make it close against her."

"No one's that good," said a disbelieving Nightwing as he walked towards Lady Shiva. He swung his fists out. Jab, jab, cross, jab, hook, uppercut. Shiva blocked them all, then sent a martial arts and strike into Nightwing's abdomen. Despite his body armor, the pain made him fall. Shiva attempted a somersault stomp, but Nightwing log rolled away until his was ten or eleven feet away.

"No one's that good," mocked Catwoman, clearly unhappy with Nightwing's performance. "Let's not listen to the ex-thief" she added sarcastically, but Nightwing said nothing. No rebuttal of his would have felt right.

"Who's next?" Lady Shiva threatened Batgirl and Catwoman.

"Between the two of us," said Batgirl bravely, "I'm the one who's not conflicted." She ran and somersaulted over Shiva to try to catch her from behind. But Shiva quickly ducked and used the ground with her hands to hold herself up as she mule kicked Batgirl away.

Catwoman cautiously moved in. Unfortunately, she took too long to make up her mind and was decked by a reverse elbow. Catwoman moved away before Shiva could follow up.

"Try again, my handsome but unworthy adversary," Lady Shiva turned back to Nightwing. For it was his turn.

Well, this sure could be going better...

Robin's perspective:

Robin could hear gates coming down, sealing G-Mart. "Oh, no," despaired Robin. Were they going to have to sleep in the mall?

"Don't worry," said Batman. "Sooner or later, the antitoxin will kick in and then I'll be able to get us out of here."

Before Robin could reply, Batman had shifted his head a bit to the right and was staring hard. "It's not us and security guards. The Huntress is here. And I think she's spotted us."

Not good.

"You ready for her?" asked Robin.

"I'll have to be," said Batman. That was no answer. "Don't, Robin. You can't fight her."

Robin moved out of the shirt rack and began hiding behind stands of items that were on sale during open hours. I can fight her and buy time for you, Batman. I just probably can't beat her.

Robin saw The Huntress walking towards a hidden Batman with her large crossbow. "The chase is over Batman. I've got questions about Catwoman, and I know you have answers. As sweet of you as it would be to die for her, there's a lot of more deserving women you could be with." Robin had gotten right behind her by the time Huntress had taken aim. "One... two.. idiot!"

On that cue Robin dived, grabbing The Huntress from behind and causing the bolt to veer wide left of Batman into a wall. Robin's right leg kneed the crossbow out of Huntress' grip and wrapped around Huntress' right arm. This freed Robin's right fist to rain down on The Huntress' head four times.

But The Huntress was very big for a woman and even stronger than she looked; she threw Robin off her and kicked him in the ribs, though his body armor somewhat blunted the impact. Robin kicked Huntress in the shins where she had no more protection than a boot and uppercut her down. She appeared to be on the verge of unconsciousness.

"Beaten by a boy," said Robin as he walked over to her. Suddenly, The Huntress sat up and punched him in the groin. As Robin doubled over, Huntress lay back down, and whipped her right leg across Robin's face. He was down. Huntress had crawled beside him with a dagger just over his sore balls.

"That's a dirty way to win," complained Robin.

"But a win," declared The Huntress triumphantly. "I know this is a personal fantasy come true for you, but take this seriously or I finish what I started with them. And Batman doesn't want to try anything either. He won't tell me anything about Catwoman. You do, I leave both of you alone. C'mon, you know I'm right."

Robin thought The Huntress might be right, but that was not enough. Before The Huntress said anything else, she grunted, and began looking around. Robin caught a glimpse of a dart in the right side of her neck. Within seconds, a man had grabbed her off Robin.

"Thanks, Bat..." Robin began as he looked to see that his rescuer was the red-haired bounty hunter known as The Fox. He had put The Huntress in a head lock that twisted her neck enough that combined with the sedative, she was out cold. "You're not Batman."

"No, I'm not," said The Fox with a fierce smile.

Batgirl's perspective:

Nightwing, Batgirl, and Catwoman had all gone four rounds with Lady Shiva But although the heroes of Gotham and Bludhaven were feeling sore all over, Shiva had yet to take a hit. The good side gathered together like a huddling American football team as it realized that it was in big trouble.

"It's like she's reading our minds," quietly exclaimed a frightened and admiring Nightwing.

"We can't give up," whispered Batgirl. "There's a way to dig out of any hole."

"I know you do-gooders are optimistic," lamented a very pessimistic Catwoman, "But no matter what they tell you, good guys don't always win. And I should know." After all, she had never been caught by Batman.

"I am a patient woman," Shiva said a distance away, "But if don't conclude your planning within seconds, I will end your stalling on my terms." She poised her right fist on a straight right hand, martial arts style, to prove her point.

Nightwing and especially Catwoman were frightened, but Batgirl said, "No! Do not lose heart. You hear me? Don't let her intimidate you. In fact, that's the problem. When we discovered just how good she is, we started making mental mistakes. We've just gotta keep it together and we'll be fine. I mean, it's three against one."

"OK," said Nightwing, feeling more confident. He advanced towards Lady Shiva, who hit him in the nose with a hand thrust. This time, though, he did not fall. He blocked three thrusts and a kick before kicking Shiva in the hip, her first pain of the night. Shiva still won yet another round with a leg sweep and by kicking Nightwing away.

Batgirl ran and took the form of a jump kick halfway through the motions, knowing that it would not connect. Shiva crouched, so Batgirl shifted into an overhead elbow strike. Shiva had to use her hands to not fall, but countered with handspring leap that kicked Batgirl down with both legs.

Catwoman did an actual jump kick from behind that knocked Shiva down. She caught Catwoman's follow-up boot and countered with a knee to her behind.

Two more rounds went like this. While Batgirl, Nightwing, and Catwoman were hurt and becoming more so, Shiva was feeling the heat. True, they were one-sided rounds individually, but really, they no longer were with Shiva outnumbered.

It was Batgirl's turn. "You are the most overrated warriors I have ever met," said Lady Shiva. "It's bad enough that you are amateurs, but then I discover that you have allowed your city to fall into the hands of a madman."

"Is our second wind destroying your physical hope and making you fall back to mind games?" taunted Nightwing.

Batgirl agreed but chose to actually challenge Shiva's accusation. "What would you have had us do about Charles Falsootu?" She assumed that the Mayor was the madman Shiva was talking about.

"I would remove him from power with his head," smiled Shiva. "The one below him looks like he would be improvement. And if not... sooner or later there would be a Mayor who would recognize the consequences of abusing his power."

"That's your solution, huh?" said Batgirl contemptuously. "Just kill 'em all 'til you get your way?"

"If it works, yes," concluded Shiva. "At the very least, your father would not have been wrongfully discharged."

"Don't you go there," screamed Batgirl. What Falsootu did to her father, the former Commissioner, was a sensitive subject to The Batgirl, AKA, Barbara Gordon.

"Don't get angry," pleaded Nightwing. "It's exactly what she wants."

"One day," Shiva did the coup de grace, "Your father will tell you that his one regret is how his fine career ended. You will know that regret is all your fault." Batgirl's blood boiled at that.

"No, don't," cried Nightwing.

"Don't be stupid," said Catwoman more calmly. "Just calm down."

But Batgirl's hatred for Catwoman had not entirely vanished. That may have been why The Princess of Plunder's warning only encouraged The Dark Lady to charge and yell incoherently at Shiva, who happily blocked three punches before felling Batgirl with a hopping knee strike. Shiva seized Batgirl's wrists and pressed a boot against Batgirl's throat and chin.

"No, please," begged Nightwing.

No! I can't let him doom his city for me. "Whatever you do," gagged Batgirl against the pressure of Shiva's foot, "Don't give in for me. It's my own damn fault and besides, more than me is at stake." But Batgirl was not sure she would not have given up everything for Nightwing.

"Not to worry," said Shiva. "I am not offering to spare you. Your death will bring Batman to me. The other two had best leave while they still can."

Instead Catwoman said cheerfully, "You don't disappoint, bitch. You used her father when the tide turned against you. Now you're gonna kill her in a dirty way. That's sleazy. Even to me.

"I do not hear the judgment of petty thieves," said Shiva. But her grip on Batgirl's wrists had loosened enough for Batgirl to slip away and run back towards her friends. A jump kick knocked her into Nightwing's arms at the last moment.

"Think I'm bleeding in the back of my head," said Batgirl.

Nightwing reached under her mask where her long red hair was let out and said, "No. You could afford to sleep with a bag of ice on it, though."

"You can die in her place," said Shiva to Catwoman.

"Wrong," grinned Catwoman. "She got well over ten feet away before you caught her. I believe you said that forfeited her turn and you weren't supposed to be attacking her. I do believe that disqualifies you.

Shiva stood in disbelief for a few seconds before smiling and clapping her hands. "Well-played, Catwoman. Well-played. Although not in the way I might have imagined, you have dealt me my first defeat in decades!"

"Guess I played a mind game of my own," noted Catwoman with pride.

"Very well," said Shiva, getting her phone. "I will call the police to come here. I will also tell them of my part in creating this army of criminals." It was over.

"You've got great hair," said Nightwing to Batgirl.

Batgirl loved hearing that. "It's available back at your house."

"I guess I should go to a late movie tonight?" asked Catwoman.

Batgirl and Nightwing nodded.

"Then I'll stay at the place just long enough to change into street clothes," Catwoman smiled at the young lovers. "Then I'll leave you two alone."

"Before you do," said Batgirl. "Thanks. You saved the case for us."

"My pleasure," said Catwoman.

Batman's perspective:

"Batman," Batman heard a voice calling for him. "I know you're out there. Come out or you pals get it!" Batman got out from under the shirt rack and walked towards the voice. Robin and The Huntress were out cold. In front of their resting bodies was a muscular and seemingly well-prepared man.

"Honor to meet ya," said the man. "Call me The Fox. I'm looking to get the price on your heads. I've met your kids before, but I do believe this is the first I've seen of you. You don't look so good. You better give up."

But Batman was not abandoning his sidekick or, although they had not been getting along lately, the usual ally of the team known as The Huntress, in their hour of need. The Dark Knight clenched his fists.

"Your funeral," said The Fox as he advanced towards Batman. Before Batman knew it, he had been punched. It was not that The Fox was fast. It was that The Huntress' sedating dart was still in Batman's system. A second punch knocked Batman down.

"Get up," challenged Fox. "So I can knock you back down." Batman concentrated. He needed perfect control of himself to hopefully get back into form ahead of schedule. If he could not, he was finished.

Batman stood. He delivered a punch that only made The Fox smile. Batman blocked a few punches before kneeing Fox in the gut. "Might hafta break a sweat," he admitted. He swung a roundhouse punch that Batman dodged and countered with an elbow that knocked The Fox over. Fox got up only to be knocked back down with a roundhouse kick!

"Give it up," suggested Batman.

"To a half-dead guy?" sneered The Fox. "Never." Batman threw a left and a right, but his blows were blocked and he found his fingers intertwined with those of The Fox. Batman found himself in a bout of Roman knuckle, not what he needed when in a woozy state. The temporarily superior strength of The Fox forced him to his knees.

"Gotcha," declared The Fox. But Batman was still confident. He was fighting for a city and his dead parents. All that motivated The Fox was greed so it was still The Dark Knight who wanted it more. Driven by determination, he slowly rose up to his feet, then headbutted The Fox three times until he was down.

"You ain't won nothin'," insisted Fox. "I'll do this again 'cause you don't got the guts to kill. And I ain't done nothing to get me arrested. You hear me? Nothing!"

"Don't push your luck," said Batman as he twisted the right leg of The Fox to tear although not break. Fox cried in pain as he realized that he would out of action for some time. A kick to the head knocked him out for the night.

Batman took Robin and The Huntress out of the place and to just outside the Batmobile. They were awakened by Batman.

The Huntress struggled fruitlessly as she realized that her hands were Batcuffed behind her back.

"Listen to me," said Batman. "You have every right to not trust Catwoman. But if she's a mistake, she's my mistake. Understand, Madam?"

Huntress waited a few seconds before finally saying, "Yes," under her breath.

"All right," said Batman, getting out the key to the Batcuffs.

"Hang on," said Robin. "She almost got us put away. I say we let her find her own way out of these."

"Tempting," Batman had to admit. "But the fact is that my decision to let Catwoman on this team is questionable. I don't blame her for what she did." Batman uncuffed Huntress.

"Just don't let her get into any trouble," warned The Huntress. "That's all." She backed away.

"Since we're wanted and just came out of a mall," said Robin, "We'd better vamoose ourselves."