Nightwing rushed through the museum's hallways past the Display cases and plinths. GCPD in his back. 'Where did they all go, damn it…' Grayson bit his lip annoyed. "Oracle?"

"On it… we have five cooped up in the lecture halls. Two in a stand-off in the gift shop with the PD several running for the fire exist…closest six targets next room to your right." Oracle's voice resounded in his earpiece with bit of urgency.

"On it! Where is the hostage they took?" He asked hurriedly as he raced around the corner. "Where is Batman? He just left me there with Two-face." Nightwing could only shake his head, normal Bats never gave up on the big guy so easily.

"At least he trusts you with it… these days…" Oracle retoured slightly joking with a hint of sarcasm. "Probably went…"

"…after the hostage takers. But there was pure chaos, how did he even see where they went…" Nightwing whispered as he readied his Escrima sticks and rushed around the corner and rammed his knee straight into the first fleeing henchmen and went straight slid on the ground to hammer them into the legs of the next guy. And blocked third.

"Found them," Oracle rejoiced pleased she finally had hacked the cameras successfully. "They are…Watch out!" Oracle's voice spiked as she watched Grayson nearly getting blindsided.


"Run!" One Two-Face goon shouted to his lieutenant. The lights had swapped to the emergency dim lights. Their soles screeched on the marble floor as they rushed along.

"Let me go! You!" Frantically their hostage hammered on the one guy's back.

The guy didn't care all too much, "Sorry, Missy you're our ticket out of here."

"UUURGH!" The lightweight growled deeply. She was not amused, being carried off like some sack of potatoes.

A sharp high pitch as a baterang hit the ground before the goons' feet. "THE BATS!"

"I thought he was fighting with the Boss?!" One of the Goons complained, he was breathing heavily and ripped his rifle around searching the museum from where that damn thing had come from. But it was simply too dark and the ceilings too high. The shadowed statues and antics gave their surroundings an eerie vibe. His finger itched at the trigger of his assault rifle. "Where is he?"

"There!" The lieutenant pointed upwards behind them. The shots echoed throughout as sparks recoiled where the bullets hit the walls. "Wait stop! Don't waste the bullets…" The gangsters moved closer to each other back to back like a herd of sheep.

The baterangs flew as a smoke bomb hit the ground, and everything got covered in smoke. "Let. Her. Go." As an ominous figure Batman shone through the smoke just to vanish a second later as he dodged another hail of bullets.


Nightwing ran along the hallways, he had taken out so many of the fleeing henchmen by now. "Ahhh, did Batman get them!? Shit, I had so many to track down. Is that woman okay?" Nightwing asked over the intercom racing away from the last batch of goons he had taken out. 'Why does he ALWAYS go silent in a fight?! So annoying. I swear one of these days…'

Oracle sighed as she checked the feet, "He used a smoke screen I don't see shit. Museum definitely should upgrade to infrared…" Oracle wasn't happy at all. "Batman? Hey? Hello?... He's not answering the call. Vitals are fine…for now. Sometimes I wish I could just...ahhh. Nightwing's on his way by the way Mr. Silent." She complained to Batman, even if he wouldn't answer she was sure he could hear them.


The smoke still lingering but started to settle. A moving shadow in the dark or was it? "Shit! Open fire, open fire!" One of the Henchmen panicked. A deafening hail of bullets, flashes of gunfire, shadows moving, punches, moans and groans. Bodies slumped to the floor one by one.

"He's coming for us!"; "He'll pick us off!"; "Shoot damn it, shoot!" The Two-face henchmen squabbled with each other as the Dark Knight picked them off any step out from their huddle and the guy in question vanished into the smoke never to be seen again.

The lieutenant grabbed the woman from his buddy's shoulders, "Come here - OUCH! You little wrench! You bit me!" He slapped her across the face as he caught her arm again as he pulled a gun to her head.

A grunt from her, "LET GO; LET ME GO!" She was in utter disarray herself and didn't even flinch at the sight of the gun. She kicked and screamed and slipped on the stone floor.

"What?!" The lieutenant had lost his balance as well and both crashed to the floor. He dropped his gun it slid on the ground, while behind him his forces were decimated by Batman. Doom behind him he reached out and seized the leg of the woman, "I'll kill her, Batman! Stay away!" He scrambled halfway up as he pulled on the leg to get control of their hostage again, "Come here you! I am warning you Batman I'll-"


A scream of fright echoed throughout the hallways. Then nothing. Oracle's voice filled with concern bickered with Nightwing over the intercom, "No, I said there was a lot of muscle fire, but it subsided. And then his vitals took a dump. Not while. Take a left here should be just up ahead. Be careful! Batman? Come on answer me! Seriously?" Oracle stared at her screens. "You're alive so come on say something!"

Nightwing swung along the hallway with his grappling gun to upend his speed and just landed on one of the big beams, he wanted to have the eagle eye advantage as the smoke was clearing out. Yet he was not prepared for what he found. His mentor was on the ground like the rest of the Two-face henchmen. The young woman, the hostage, solely standing with a rifle grabbed like a baseball bat. 'What the?!'

The woman opened her mouth as her shoulders rose and sank rapidly, „Fuck you! UUURGH, for crying out loud, what the fuck can you actually do?! Yesterday it was freaking FREEZE! And his stupid Ice cannons!" The woman in a high-pitched voice still panting from the adrenaline screamed at Batman on the ground.

"Wait! He's awake I'm sure of it. He's playing an angle for sure," Oracle stopped Nightwing who was about to intervene over their intercom.

There was no immediate threat so Nightwing lowered his Wing-ding, 'Why isn't he moving? What's his game?' His careful eye saw what Oracale's read of the vitals already had stated. Batman was playing possum he simply pretended to be out cold.

The woman agitated and rambled on pissed, "You may have a suit that withholds fucking minus one thousand degrees. Did you ever try to wear a fucking MINISKIRT TO THAT?! I've been running for the whole evening with PADS! Dumbass! Screw you! Why for once in your lifetime, you don't stop a crime BEFORE it happens? MMMHHH! Oh, wait you can't you always get lost in Crime Alley! Walking disaster, insufferable piece of a – Hero, my ass! Do me a favour and get strangled by IVY! Her and her shitty plants on Monday! It took ages to get those stupid spores out of my hair! That stuff itches - STILL!" The female swung around as she saw movement in the corner of her eye and smacked the barrel against one of the goons' heads as he came to and knocked him straight out cold again. Satisfied she smiled.

'Freeze? Ivy?' Nightwing wasn't quite sure what he was observing here. "Oracle?" He whispered quietly and super confused. 'Is she another villain, criminal, gone crazy? What is he waiting for? She certainly is no fan of his…' That was more than obvious to Grayson.

"And I washed it twelve times already in the fucking school toilet! Have you ever been in one of those!? YUCK! Maybe I should just hit you with furniture! See how YOU like that! Catch the damn flying table from Bane for once and don't fucking evade asshat!"

"School toilet is she some teacher? What is she doing here? How old is she? – wait, Bane?" Grayson had no idea where to place that girl now, 'It's been months since Batman fought Bane in the streets…' The woman or was it a girl? The voice reminded him more of someone younger the longer she screamed around actually. But it was beside the point, she was on a true rampage. Not even the local newspapers in the start had been that bad.

"Tell ya what, go to HELL! What the heck were you two waiting for!? Constantine is as useless piece of shit as you! So, PLEASE, next time just get that demon hand stuck in your BRAIN, see how that feels! At least then I'll have a freaking BREAK! Was a real peach to meet that GREED demon aiming for those lunatics! Demons make no fucking sense!"

The girl turned around on the spot checking the goons or maybe she had just too much energy to vent and simply needed to pace. Grayson relaxed a bit more. "Found anything on her, Oracle?" he asked quietly. Besides the shouting she didn't seem to have any intention of actually hurting Batman and he was more than ready to grab the rifle if need be. 'He is collecting intel…' A bit annoyed Nightwing sat back observing, there were better ways.

The girl turned around and stampeded over to Batman on the floor again, "Go jump off a cliff and into Gotham's traffic and get run over by your shitty bat mobile. Your driving style is a health hazard! Not to mention your stupid sidekicks. I HATE YOU! If I had ANY money I'd personally pay Clayface to flog you! Piss artist of a Vampire! I hope you trip over your stupid cape and faceplant into the Bat-Signal! UURRRGGHHH!"

Nightwing's eyes widened, "Wait that was her? Tim nearly drove her head off in the highspeed chase. She came out of nowhere running around like a headless chicken… She didn't even look around…" Nightwing pondered quietly. 'Faceplant into the…oh boy…' He couldn't help but snort, 'Definitely a teenager…'

The student through the gun away and hissed into Batman's face as she pulled the presumed unconscious Batman closer to her face, "Choke on Joker gas! Really fun, had the honours like five times this year, building up a natural reticence! And still, MY cheeks hurt every time! My mouth's been twitching all night, thanks to your screw-up! At least ten snobs thought I was flirting with them tonight! It creeps me out! They could be my grand-grand-grand pas! YUCK!" She dropped him harshly again, Batman was simply too heavy for her to hold. She rubbed her hand along her nose as she snorted aggressively.

"Someone had a really bad month…" Nightwing mumbled more to himself and watched Batman continuously play possum. That girl really gave away a lot of information in her rant. 'No wonder he stays down…that's more effective than scarring her or checking the news…' He thought the girl would finally leave yet the girl turned around once more.

She balled her fists considering whether to punch or do whatever was racing through her mind, Nightwing wasn't quite sure. But the girl simply resorted to shouting once more, "And that stupid butler! A few weeks ago, WHO had the nerve to call ME a shitty waitress when he had the balls to just fuck off in the middle of the party to go fuck that blond chick that could be his grandchild! Wayne, you, rich people! YOU ALL can LICK MY ASS! Pretentious fucking, SNOBS! Get a hobby! So I can do my FUCKING JOBS IN PEACE! Seriously what's wrong with the people in this SHITHOLE of a city!?"

'Wait she thinks Stephanie and Alfred. PFFFF, oh man, if the others see this playback. Holy moly, Tim won't drop that for days,' If he wasn't on the job and the girl wasn't truly that distraught and serious Nightwing would be laughing on the ground. No one dared to talk to the Batman like that. Even if unconscious it truly was a sight to behold. Still, a quiet snort escaped him, 'Did he recognise her from the video feed? Is he hoping for another lead on the fake IDs? …but she's so young…she can't have any actual helpful intel. '

Anger was written all other that young girl's face even more than that, a side glance at the rifle on the ground. Yet instead, she pulled out her cell phone closing in on Batman, who was still unmoving. All three Bats knew that notion all too well, people trying to unmask them. But she stopped, and with the deepest sigh stuffed her cell phone away again. "If my little brother wouldn't ADOOOORE you so much I'd post your stupid visage all over the internet! Fuck you! Another job unpaid, THANKS TO YOU! …BATMAN," The young girl added with the driest sarcastic thanks Nightwing had heard in a while. She shook her head as she fletched her teeth, hissed annoyed and turned around. "What's a girl gonna do for some cash here, and not jumping beds, urgh…" Grounding her teeth she pressed on to the next fire exit peaked outside and slipped out.

"That was…" Nightwing puffed as he relaxed. He had been more than ready to stop her from picking up the rifle again.

"Different…" Oracle agreed.

Batman jumped to his feet and taped on his one ear to activate the intercom. "Got her picture? What do we know?" He simply proceeded to cuff the goons, who still were unconscious.

"Thanks for finally answering the call…" Oracle complained in their intercom before she got back on topic, "Well, she got a shorter haircut now… but the face is the same. She was the hooded woman we couldn't ID properly. Alfred and Stephanie observed. Whatever documents she might have, they are ancient, sorry. And we still have a lot of Bryans... to go through. That wasn't really our focus. These past weeks with so many Villians out and about." Oracle reminded him.

Nightwing scratched his forehead. "Is she some sort of …" He wasn't even sure how to call it. But it didn't make a lot of sense, "Hmm… is she maybe just that unlucky? She basically went through Gotham's big villains' roster."

"She's using fake IDs to get jobs at least did at our last fundraiser. Hard to say, waiters are a bit scared, since such events do attract the wrong crowd. Where ever the rich gather…" Oracle stated her view over the intercom.

"Villains follow…" Batman squinted his eyes at the fire escape. "Still, hmmm…she was at quite a lot of events where villains appeared. And if she is in school, what is she doing here, so late at night? This event would have gone on till morning and it's a school night. It's one thing to get some pocket money, but that was quite a number of events."

Nightwing crossed his arms as he finished tying the goons up, "Well, it's not that uncommon to be out late. Considering WE did the same."

"Hm, still, I supervised and not on school nights or at least rarely. How can something like that go unnoticed by parents… At that demon accident, her hair was fried off to the scalp. And that jump must have left some bruises. Even the worst of parents would notice that. I should have gone after her..."

"Maybe she has no one looking out for her…at least she goes to a school," Oracle sighed in the intercom. "Or she's homeless and snuck in…"

Nightwing dusted off his hands, the goons were wrapped for Barbara's father to take into custody," Well, we thought her to be older before. Maybe we get a hit when we compare her image to school records in Gotham. We also could chase after her?" He looked to Batman.

"No, we got to secure the prison transport. Two-face might have people standing by to bust him out before the police reach Arkham. I'll find her, not to worry."