Part Two
Barry and Kara explained their entire story to Bruce, Selina, and Alfred over some tea. They left out no details to how they got to where they currently were in Wayne Manor, Gotham, or that Earth altogether.
Of course, Selina couldn't believe a word of it.
"Parallel Earths, aliens from other planets…you really expect us to swallow all that Star Trek stuff?"
"Is it any harder to believe than what's been happening around Gotham?" Bruce challenged her. "Theo Galavan and Jerome coming back from death, Ivy growing from a child to a full-grown adult overnight, Victor Fries' condition…"
"Alright, alright," Selina caved. "I get what you're saying."
"So how do you two suppose on returning back to whatever it is you come from?" Alfred inquired, while pouring Kara a fresh pot.
Barry shook his head, shrugging. "If it were just me here, it'd be as easy as running fast enough to create a breach back into my world. But Kara and I arrived by more complicated means. A friend of ours named Min has a machine that—"
"Min? Like as in 'Min Curtsinger'?!" Selina reacted.
"Yeah," Barry confirmed. "You know her?"
Selina scoffed. "Who doesn't know the most ruthless club owner in Gotham and her equally insane sister, Maureen?"
The other name Selina mentioned was well familiar to Barry and Kara.
It was one of the regenerations of Neas, the Time Lord that had involved them in the most recent interdimensional conflict they barely managed to survive. Now Selina was telling them that both Gallifreyans – ones that saved all of the multiverse – were dangerous gangsters?
None of it made any sense.
"The Curtsinger Sisters run their club, 'Club Infinite,' on the east side of Gotham," Selina said. "It's in serious competition with Sirens, a club run by Barbara Kean and Tabitha Galavan. They pretty much threaten each other into shutting the other club down every week."
"Can you take us to 'Club Infinite'?" Kara requested.
Selina refrained from bursting with laughter. "No one just walks into Club Infinite and expect to walk out with their limbs intact. Either of you could get hurt or even killed." She then reconsidered her warning upon realizing who and what she was talking to. "But you guys clearly don't have to worry about that, having super speed and being bulletproof. So…why not?"
"I'll go with you," Bruce boldly volunteered.
"Out of the bloody question!" Alfred stormed. "Master Bruce, did you not hear what Miss Kyle just said about this dreadful nightclub?"
"I know, Alfred," Bruce said, "but I can't explain this connection I feel to Barry and Kara. It's like I'm meant to help them in whatever way I can. Just please let me do this…let me help them."
Club Infinite was exactly as Selina described.
Crowded with the most ruthless killers, thieves, rapists, and other varieties of scum in Gotham City.
They were barely able to get past the tall, bald, and muscled bouncer at the front door until Kara snatched the large man's pinkie finger with enough superhuman force to bring him to his knees.
"Suddenly I'm not so trepid of our safety with her around," Alfred told Bruce.
"There are a lot of punks I know off the streets here," Selina informed. "Just stay close to me, and I'll get us to the sisters. After that, I just hope you guys can pull off whatever it is you got planned."
She approached one of the heavies in the club that doubled as security.
"The Sirens sent us," she told him. "They want to negotiate a truce."
Her con worked. The heavy led them to the upstairs office of Min and Maureen Curtsinger, from where the sisters overlooked their business through a wide, plate glass window.
Sure enough, the sisters were the Time Lords Barry and Kara knew.
Min sat in a comfortable leather chair at a fancy glass desk, which Maureen sat on.
Barry attempted to approach them, only to be held back by a heavy.
"Min…Maureen…it's us – Barry and Kara!"
"The Flash and Supergirl?" Kara added, believing their superhero monikers could draw some sense in the two women.
The Curtsinger Sisters silently looked to each other, frowning in question.
After a brief moment, Min ultimately commanded to their security, "Boys, take our guests back out to the alley and show them how we deal with people who think they know who we are."
One of the heavies grabbed Kara by her arms in an effort to force her out.
He quickly discovered how difficult that was going to be, as soon as he felt the inhuman amount of resistance her body gave. Before he knew it, Kara had lifted him right off his feet and tossed him against the nearest wall, leaving a massive dent.
Barry took down the other five heavies, bolting throughout the room and knocking each and every one out.
The display of their unearthly powers was enough to bring Min and Maureen to their feet.
"Well, we have a couple of Indian Hill freaks in our establishment," Maureen said.
"This changes everything," Min stated. "How would you two like to work for us?"
"We don't want a job," Barry refused.
"We just want our friends back," Kara clarified. "You two are our only way back. We need to return to our Earths where we belong."
Maureen bafflingly scowled. "What're you talkin' abo—?"
The exchange stopped once they heard gunshots ringing over the loud music.
Looking out the window, they saw police officers in S.W.A.T. gear amassing the dance floor and arresting every single patron on the spot.
Bruce recognized the two men leading the raid: "That's Detective Gordon and Commissioner Bullock!"
Min and Maureen dashed over to a steel cabinet at one corner of the office.
From inside the cabinet, they retrieved some heavy artillery.
"What're you doing?!" A shocked Barry asked.
"What does it look like, pretty boy?" Min remarked. "We're gonna blow those pigs back to the sty they wallowed from!"
"No," blurted Kara, equally as unnerved by this uncharacteristic act. "This isn't who you are! Don't make this mistake!"
"There ain't gonna be any mistakes, as long as we aim for the eyes," said Maureen, who began to take aim for Gordon and Bullock through the office window, alongside Min.
Unwilling to let the amnesiac Time Lords go through with the murder of two cops, Kara both moved faster than the blink of an eye just as Min and Maureen fired.
Kara brought herself in the bullets' path, allowing them to strike at her impenetrable body, albeit at the cost of her clothes. Barry went in behind Min and Maureen, bashing their heads together to knock them out cold.
"We need to get out of here before Gordon or Bullock finds us," Selina insisted. "C'mon. There's a rear entrance we can take out to the back alley."
Taking the unconscious Min and Maureen with them, they escaped through the rear entrance that Selina led them to. Arriving at the back alley, they found blood splattered on the concrete and brick walls – evidence of the Curtsinger Sisters' method of getting their message across.
"Don't move!"
A GCPD officer they failed to see on their way out had cornered them, his handgun fixated right on them.
"It's one guy," Selina whispered. "We can take him."
"No," Barry denied. "That's not how we do things where we come from."
As the GCPD officer approached, an object flew across his line of sight, embedding itself into the wall beside him.
Examining it, he verified it to be some kind of specialized arrow.
He soon regretted hovering his face close to it when a steady stream of knockout gas was emitted, putting him to sleep.
Barry could think of only one man who fired arrows like that.
From the shadows emerged a green hooded figure brandishing a bow.
"Oliver?" Barry identified the stranger as his friend from his own Earth, best known by the vigilante signature "Green Arrow."
"We need to talk," Oliver told the group.