The funny thing with world wide crisis is that ever super villain in the world says to themselves not "This is bad, let me
not make it worse" but "Mu-hu-ha-ha! Now's my chance!". Less than a half an hour ago, the media declared to the world what
happenned on the steps of the White House:all the superheroes of the world have changed ages. The JLA, JSA, the Titans...all
of those who rise above are anywhere from pre-teens to toddlers. And just like every other city, Gotham's supervillains felt
it was time to make their moves.
But the ignorance that the Batman has fostered about himself may be able to keep the city together. No one exactly knew that
there was a Spoiler and the Batgirl who remained unaffected. No one could guess that they were guided by the unblemished
light of the Oracle. No one could have concieved.
But they should have known better.
*****
Two teenage, costumed girls swing down to the street infront of one of Gotham's many museums.
"How do you know this place needs our help?", the one in purple asks.
Just then, one of the police cars surrounding the building is tossed into the air by giant tentacle of vegetation. "I don't
think I'd come in here if I were you boys...", the amplified intelligent yet sultry voice of Poison Ivy booms from the
museum.
"Had a hunch.", the girl in black replies.
"Do you have a plan, miss-all-of-a-sudden-I'm-mad-at-the-world?", Spoiler asks.
"Yes, beat criminals uncouncious.", the Batgirl replies. She backs up her words by running straight at the building. The
tentacle turns its attention to its new opponent. The Batgirl doesn't appear to pay attention to the giant monster ripping
the concrete apart behind her. It looms behind her, poises to strike. Then the batarang that was thrown so long ago cuts
through the plant-beast. One threat crashes to the museum steps. The other follows her fist through the plexiglass door.
"I should go back her up.", Spoiler says.
"She'll be alright.", the Oracle replies over the girl's cowl radio.
"Yeah, what could possibly happen to a teenage Asian girl wearing a tight black superhero costume in a room full of tentacles
controlled by the personfication of mother nature gone insane?", Spoiler asks.
"Don't be sassy.", is her reply.
*****
The Batgirl only knows this can't go on long. There are too many psychos trying to harm her city tonight. On top of that, her
...er, the Batman has been turned into a boy younger than her and he and Robin are trying to save the world not just one
city. It's more than just up to her. It's up to her to wrap up Poison Ivy's scam now.
She doesn't slow down from tossing herself through the doors to the museum. There's no attention given to anything not
directly productive. Form gets no consideration. Ivy's words go unheard. The police' warnings are irrelevant. Two things are
not-the threat is blatantly superpowered and the Batgirl needs to put it down.
Another of the plant-snakes dives at her. The Batgirl runs up it like a video game character that can't help but stick to
his tight rope because the computer won't allow any other alternative. Effortlessly, perfectly, blindingly she skips off
and over the next tentacle. Hurling herself forward produces a rolling, flipping motion that carries her under, between, and
around all the rest of the tentacles.
Ivy is standing next to her prize, a large emerald. But even she recognizes what the Batgirl can do. The supervillainess
tries to dump injections from the crossbow she wears at her wrist into the young heroine. A rope weighted by a batarang
seems to materialize in the Batgirl's hands and swings in a protective shild around her. When Poison Ivy's dart supply is
exhausted she can see each dart piercing the rope itself, not being allowed to inject either the Batgirl or escape to
empower one of the tentacle monsters. Ivy decides to throw a punch at the Batgirl.
She never gets to. Before the criminal can move she's already lost 10 permanent I.Q. points and 3 months of varied memories.
That's what having a marble pedestal broken over your head can do to you.
The remaining tentacle beasts instantly grow calm. The Batgirl swivels her head in all directions at once. Seeing no one
else, she rushes out of the building. A swarm of cops falling on unnatural vegetation doesn't slow her in keeping her next...
appointment.
*****
"I'm not paying you twice as much to be twice as incompetent!", Two Face yells at his his henchmen. "It's not even the Bat.
I expect you to actually be worth something!"
The small figure draped only in shadow and skill continues to dance between the hulking brutes. At least his compunction
didn't prevent him from hiring more than two goons. It may give him the time to escape.
Ironic how he only makes it two steps before the black gloved hand grabbed one of his pants pockets. As Two Face is forcibly
spun on his heels, he made out the collapsed bodies of his entire gang. That is all he is able to percieve before a nerve
cluster in his jaw was introduced to the Batgirl's hardened elbow.
*****
"Ooooh, pretty lady.", Zsasz taunts. "Maybe I'll reward you with two scars in my skin instead of just one. You may be
worth it." Then he lashed out his killing shank at the shadow he thought was the Batgirl.
The Batgirl is rewarded with two scars. One on his forehead from kicking Zsasz off the roof they were on and into the one
across the alley. One on the back of his head from bouncing off and taking a fire escape on the way down with him.
*****
Killer Croc didn't manage to say anything before his simple jewelry store robbery is stopped in the act.
*****
The Penguin's office door blew open from the Batgirl's kick. Before his thugs could react he is already calling them off. She
rushes into his office, grabs him by the knot of his tie and lifts him off his feet with one hand.
"I respect you and your time of need. I'm simply running my club in case anyone needs their spirits lifted in this trying
time.", Mr. Cobblepot states nonchalantly.
The Batgirl pauses. Then she nods her head and sets him down. On her way out the door, she decides one of the thugs looks
suspicious. The skull shaped chunk of doorway on the office floor shows how she expressed it.
*****
She understands how the hate has made her powerful. She still realizes the need to confront the one that has harmed her
Impulse. It festers in her, irritating a like bone in the throat or a scratch that cannot be reached. She promises herself,
as soon as the Batman works his magic and organizes the JLA into restoring the world's superheroes to their proper ages...
Superboy and his reign of crime are over.
not make it worse" but "Mu-hu-ha-ha! Now's my chance!". Less than a half an hour ago, the media declared to the world what
happenned on the steps of the White House:all the superheroes of the world have changed ages. The JLA, JSA, the Titans...all
of those who rise above are anywhere from pre-teens to toddlers. And just like every other city, Gotham's supervillains felt
it was time to make their moves.
But the ignorance that the Batman has fostered about himself may be able to keep the city together. No one exactly knew that
there was a Spoiler and the Batgirl who remained unaffected. No one could guess that they were guided by the unblemished
light of the Oracle. No one could have concieved.
But they should have known better.
*****
Two teenage, costumed girls swing down to the street infront of one of Gotham's many museums.
"How do you know this place needs our help?", the one in purple asks.
Just then, one of the police cars surrounding the building is tossed into the air by giant tentacle of vegetation. "I don't
think I'd come in here if I were you boys...", the amplified intelligent yet sultry voice of Poison Ivy booms from the
museum.
"Had a hunch.", the girl in black replies.
"Do you have a plan, miss-all-of-a-sudden-I'm-mad-at-the-world?", Spoiler asks.
"Yes, beat criminals uncouncious.", the Batgirl replies. She backs up her words by running straight at the building. The
tentacle turns its attention to its new opponent. The Batgirl doesn't appear to pay attention to the giant monster ripping
the concrete apart behind her. It looms behind her, poises to strike. Then the batarang that was thrown so long ago cuts
through the plant-beast. One threat crashes to the museum steps. The other follows her fist through the plexiglass door.
"I should go back her up.", Spoiler says.
"She'll be alright.", the Oracle replies over the girl's cowl radio.
"Yeah, what could possibly happen to a teenage Asian girl wearing a tight black superhero costume in a room full of tentacles
controlled by the personfication of mother nature gone insane?", Spoiler asks.
"Don't be sassy.", is her reply.
*****
The Batgirl only knows this can't go on long. There are too many psychos trying to harm her city tonight. On top of that, her
...er, the Batman has been turned into a boy younger than her and he and Robin are trying to save the world not just one
city. It's more than just up to her. It's up to her to wrap up Poison Ivy's scam now.
She doesn't slow down from tossing herself through the doors to the museum. There's no attention given to anything not
directly productive. Form gets no consideration. Ivy's words go unheard. The police' warnings are irrelevant. Two things are
not-the threat is blatantly superpowered and the Batgirl needs to put it down.
Another of the plant-snakes dives at her. The Batgirl runs up it like a video game character that can't help but stick to
his tight rope because the computer won't allow any other alternative. Effortlessly, perfectly, blindingly she skips off
and over the next tentacle. Hurling herself forward produces a rolling, flipping motion that carries her under, between, and
around all the rest of the tentacles.
Ivy is standing next to her prize, a large emerald. But even she recognizes what the Batgirl can do. The supervillainess
tries to dump injections from the crossbow she wears at her wrist into the young heroine. A rope weighted by a batarang
seems to materialize in the Batgirl's hands and swings in a protective shild around her. When Poison Ivy's dart supply is
exhausted she can see each dart piercing the rope itself, not being allowed to inject either the Batgirl or escape to
empower one of the tentacle monsters. Ivy decides to throw a punch at the Batgirl.
She never gets to. Before the criminal can move she's already lost 10 permanent I.Q. points and 3 months of varied memories.
That's what having a marble pedestal broken over your head can do to you.
The remaining tentacle beasts instantly grow calm. The Batgirl swivels her head in all directions at once. Seeing no one
else, she rushes out of the building. A swarm of cops falling on unnatural vegetation doesn't slow her in keeping her next...
appointment.
*****
"I'm not paying you twice as much to be twice as incompetent!", Two Face yells at his his henchmen. "It's not even the Bat.
I expect you to actually be worth something!"
The small figure draped only in shadow and skill continues to dance between the hulking brutes. At least his compunction
didn't prevent him from hiring more than two goons. It may give him the time to escape.
Ironic how he only makes it two steps before the black gloved hand grabbed one of his pants pockets. As Two Face is forcibly
spun on his heels, he made out the collapsed bodies of his entire gang. That is all he is able to percieve before a nerve
cluster in his jaw was introduced to the Batgirl's hardened elbow.
*****
"Ooooh, pretty lady.", Zsasz taunts. "Maybe I'll reward you with two scars in my skin instead of just one. You may be
worth it." Then he lashed out his killing shank at the shadow he thought was the Batgirl.
The Batgirl is rewarded with two scars. One on his forehead from kicking Zsasz off the roof they were on and into the one
across the alley. One on the back of his head from bouncing off and taking a fire escape on the way down with him.
*****
Killer Croc didn't manage to say anything before his simple jewelry store robbery is stopped in the act.
*****
The Penguin's office door blew open from the Batgirl's kick. Before his thugs could react he is already calling them off. She
rushes into his office, grabs him by the knot of his tie and lifts him off his feet with one hand.
"I respect you and your time of need. I'm simply running my club in case anyone needs their spirits lifted in this trying
time.", Mr. Cobblepot states nonchalantly.
The Batgirl pauses. Then she nods her head and sets him down. On her way out the door, she decides one of the thugs looks
suspicious. The skull shaped chunk of doorway on the office floor shows how she expressed it.
*****
She understands how the hate has made her powerful. She still realizes the need to confront the one that has harmed her
Impulse. It festers in her, irritating a like bone in the throat or a scratch that cannot be reached. She promises herself,
as soon as the Batman works his magic and organizes the JLA into restoring the world's superheroes to their proper ages...
Superboy and his reign of crime are over.