Part Four

From within the shadows of a nearby alley, Min watched Detectives Gordon and Bullock arrest three chumps – one of whom wearing a Robin Hood-style costume – which they handcuffed and placed in the back of a squad car.

"Where's Curtsinger?" She overheard Gordon ask his partner.

"No idea," Bullock replied. "She gave us the slip."

You darn right I did, fat boy, Min mentally taunted the acting commissioner.

"The real question we should be asking, Jim, is who this anonymous source was that ratted out the Curtsinger sisters."

A fire ignited inside of Min upon hearing this.

There was no reason for her not to believe the "anonymous source" Bullock spoke about was Barbara Keen using her ex-fiancée to shut her club down.

As soon as Gordon, Bullock, and the rest of the G.C.P.D. departed from the scene, with their three detainees, Min went right to work in her quest for revenge. She gathered her club heavies (whatever ones that weren't caught by the police) and any of her other contacts in the criminal underworld.

It was time to go to war with the Sirens.

"We've got to help them!"

Inside the Type-Z T.A.R.D.I.S., Bruce had watched the view screen along with Selina, Alfred, and Maureen, witnessing the unjustified arrest of Barry, Oliver, and Kara.

"What can we do, Bruce?" Selina realistically questioned. "Gordon and that donut of a fake commissioner partner of his aren't going to believe the story of how we met those freaks. It's for the best that we just forget any of this ever happened."

"No," Maureen rejected. "The Nuage's getting stronger by the minute. It's only a matter of time before it tears apart your world."

"Who are you anyway?" Selina asked her. "One minute, you're the most dangerous woman in Gotham next to Barbara Keen, and then the next, you're some alien from another planet."

Maureen nodded, smirking. "That's right. I'm an alien…the alien that's gonna save your bloody butt whether you want me to or not."

"Master Bruce! STOP!"

They heard Alfred cry out, failing to see why at first.

Then they noticed Bruce rushing out of the T.A.R.D.I.S., fueled by his unbearable desire to help clear the names of Barry, Kara, and Oliver.

He ran straight into a dense fog that covered most of the outside.

"Oh, no," Maureen gasped, rushing immediately to the controls to close the doors to her T.A.R.D.I.S. just before Alfred could have the chance to walk through them.

"What're you doing?!" She screamed to her. "Open those doors now!"

"I can't, mate," Maureen forbade. "The Nuage has engulfed the T.A.R.D.I.S., possibly picking up on the dimensional energy it's been emanating since it arrived here. I open those doors, and it rips the whole ship apart from the inside, along with us."

"But Bruce just walked out into that thing," Selina noted in her panic. "What'll happen to him?"

"Only one way to find out…"

Maureen switched to another feed on the view screen, one much closer to the hazy atmosphere encompassing the Type-Z.

They perceived the shape of a giant bat in the haze, taking off into the sky.

Selina jumped in fear of it. "Was that…Bruce?!"

"Dear me," Alfred whispered, unknowingly confirming Selina's suspicions. "I have to go after him."

"Are neither of you hearin' what I've been sayin'?!" Maureen griped. "You step into the Nuage, and it will change you right down to your molecules! The safest place you can be is in this ship!"

"And Master Bruce?" Alfred concerned. "How do we help him?"

"By gettin' out of this junkyard," Maureen said, centering her attention on the T.A.R.D.I.S. controls.

She fought to dematerialize the Gallifreyan ship, contesting with the extraterrestrial element that prevented her from doing it.

Barry, Oliver, and Kara were detained together in the interrogation room at the G.C.P.D. station, waiting for Gordon and Bullock. Oliver's bow and arrows were confiscated, as well as his mask, which he figured was of no use anyway, being in a completely different universe.

He was more worried for Barry and Kara after being influenced by the Nuage.

"Anything come back for you guys?" He inquired.

Kara strained against the cuffs she was restrained to the table with. "Nothing," she verified. "If this were Kryptonite I was dealing with, I would've busted out of these handcuffs by now."

"Yeah, same here," Barry stated. "I can't vibrate out of mine."

Oliver desolately sighed. "No powers, no weapons. All that we have is Maureen and the T.A.R.D.I.S., which I still can't believe I'm saying right now."

"These detectives are going to come in here any moment now," Barry indicated. "What're we gonna tell them?"

"Obviously, there's no simple way of explaining ourselves and our presence in Gotham to them," Oliver rationalized. "So, the best method of approaching this is playing it straight."

Gordon and Bullock arrived not a moment afterward.

"Alright," Bullock began the questioning. "Let's start with who you kids are and why you were stirring up trouble at the most ruthless nightclub this side of Gotham."

"We come from two separate Earths – or three, if you count the fact that I'm an alien from the planet Krypton," Kara blurted. "Barry is a speedster who can run so fast that he can travel through time, and Oliver shoots arrows and never misses. Not very long ago, we teamed up to fight aliens called Dominators. And then, after that, Barry and I teamed up with other people from other Earths to fight these creatures called Daleks. That's where we met our friends, Maureen and Min, who you know as the Curtsinger Sisters in this world. Only they're not gangsters, they're part of an extinct alien race called Time Lords, influenced by the Nuage, an interdimensional space cloud that alters reality and the people in it. And that's how we ended up here in Gotham…and then in Club Infinite…and, uh…here."

All eyes were frozen in disbelief on Kara, following her lengthy exposition.

"Not exactly what I meant by 'playing it straight,' Kara," Oliver murmured.

"O…kay?" Bullock awkwardly uttered. "I've seen a lot of weird stuff happen in the city and yet none of it can come close to what you just said, kid."

With Kara's sudden outburst, Oliver was left with no other choice but to reason with the detectives: "Look, I know it all sounds far-fetched. A few years ago, I would've thought it was ridiculous, too. But it's the truth. We're not affiliated with any of the gangs of Gotham. There's a greater threat out there that this city needs to worry about."

"What threat do you mean?" Gordon asked him.

"Neither of you will believe what it is," Barry said.

"Is it even more far-fetched than aliens from another planet?" A disbelieving Gordon queried.

Before the interrogation could chart into "sci-fi" territory, the procedure was interrupted by an officer that barged into the room and informed Gordon and Bullock, "We just got word on Barbara Keen and Min Curtsinger. Their gangs were spotted at the docks. Sounds like they're ready to go to war."

"Just what we need – another gang war," Bullock moaned, prior to instructing the officer, "Take these three yahoos back to their cell."

The officer carried out the acting commissioner's command.

"Detectives, you got to listen to us," Oliver shouted to the departing Bullock and Gordon. "Your city's in danger! We're all in danger!"

Gordon and Bullock would have realized how true Oliver Queen was in his forewarning had they bothered to look towards Gotham's horizon. The Nuage increased in size and density, enveloping half of the city and erasing citizens from existence one-by-one.