Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor do I own Batman. I just noticed that Kaiba is a lot like Bruce Wayne, and decided to run with this story. So sue me (on second thought please don't)!

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews I REEAAAALLLY appreciate it. I also thought that I would post a list of the main cast and what Yu-Gi-Oh character's playing them (to make things more clear).

Bruce Wayne/Batman - Seto Kaiba

Dick Grayson/Robin - Yugi Mutou

Alfred Pennyworth - Roland

Harvey Dent/Two-Face - Ryou/Yami Bakura

Harvey's Fiancé - Serenity Wheeler

Commissioner Gordon - Mahado (Dark Magician)

Deputy Commissioner - Yami Yugi

Commissioner's Daughter/Batgirl - Mana (Dark Magician Girl)

Rupert Thorne - Dartz

Thorne's Right-hand Girl - Mai Valentine

Lanky #1 - Valon

Birdy - Tea Gardener

Slug - Joey Wheeler

Sorry I once again failed to keep my promise about updating… L but in my defense I've been uber busy. I have a possible job opportunity to illustrate a children's book, I'm preparing a cosplay for a convention this summer, and I have four or five requests I have to work on. This is all dealing with my internet life, and isn't including personal problems at home…. Ugh, I'm so busy… again, I am SOOOOO sorry.

~*(K.C.)*~

The south Domino subway station was one of many abandoned buildings located on the banks of Domino River. Like its crumbling neighbors, it was slowly sinking into decay. They river itself had long since dwindled into little more than a storm drain for snow runoff.

The tall man known as Slug slouched nonchalantly at the station's boarded-up entrance, his hand clasped lovingly around the revolver concealed in the pocket of his trench coat. A cool wind was rising, bringing unpleasant odors from the river. Slug lifted his collar about his neck and yawned, watching the clouds race beneath the moon.

Something made a sound like a pebble rolling on concrete. Slug eased the gun from his pocket and stalked out of the doorway. A green-gloved hand shot out of the shadows just outside the entranceway and clamped around Slug's mouth. The blonde man gave a muffled cry and turned to shake off the small creature that was climbing up his back. Then Robin's other hand found the pressure point it was searching for, and the tall thug went down like a felled ox.

The young crime fighter dragged the unconscious blonde into a patch of bushes festooned with thorns and old newspapers. Two minutes later, Robin was prying the station door carefully back from its broken hinges. He glanced around cautiously and ducked into the station.

Half a block away, an elevated train roared by on its way to better surroundings. As it passed above the abandoned subway station, Batgirl used her grapple to swing away from the train's roof. She did a midair somersault and landed expertly a few yards from the station entrance.

She heard a series of muffled exclamations as she approached the entranceway. Following the noises behind a stand of skeletal bushes, she found herself standing in wide-eyed surprise above the figure of a captive hoodlum. After assuring herself that Slug was securely bound and gagged, she bent over and studied the sharp-featured face in the moonlight.

"Guess, the party's started without me, huh, friend?" She patted the tall man on the side of his face and moved on. Slug stared after her.

Batgirl entered the subway station. Once an elegant nexus for travel throughout prosperous south Domino, the building was now dark and in disrepair, a mirror of the surrounding neighborhood. A few dangling electric bulbs provided dim yellow light. Batgirl made her way to the top of a gutted escalator. The side rails were intact but the stair mechanism was gone, and where it had been was now a gaping chasm crisscrossed with broken iron struts and a tangle of dangling wires. She stood still at the top of the ruined device, her head tilted to one side, listening. Low voices issued from deeper inside the station. Batgirl studied the gutted stairway, then hopped lithely onto the escalator railing and leaped soundlessly to the floor at the bottom.

She moved out toward the tracks, then ducked back at the sight of a small group of people.

She moved stealthily through the station until she was within earshot of the gathering. She crouched behind a cracked statue jutting out from the tile wall and watched.

It was shadowed tableau, eerily lit by the faint yellow light.

Deputy Commissioner Yami Mason stood facing a tall, lean blonde man whose hands were tied behind him. The man blinked uncertainly at Yami, seemingly in a daze. A very small woman stood at Yami's side. Mana blinked. The little woman appeared to be holding an expensive portable phone with its antenna extended. In the background a pair of hoodlums - one a very pale, rail-thin woman, and the other obese, almost globular, dark-skinned man - stood next to massive pillars holding flashlights trained on the dazed captive. Machine guns leaned against the columns by their feet. Twenty yards down the tracks, an old conductor's car rested on the rails like an abandoned beast of burden.

There was a crackle of noise and the little woman jumped. She looked down at the phone with a respect that bordered on reverence and lifted the receiver to her ear.

"Chief, izzat you?" she asked. She flinched at the reply, which Batgirl could hear only as an inarticulate buzz, and passed the device gingerly to Yami. "Chief wants at talk wit' ya."

The deputy commissioner hefted the phone. "Yami." He listened for a few seconds, nodding. "Yeah, he's right here. No, I'm not sure I've never seen him around the department. I'd remember that face."

Batgirl scanned the area until something else caught her eye. Puzzled, she leaned out to her left for a better look. She began to smile.

"Who is he?" Yami was asking into the phone. "Not, I suppose, that anybody's going to care in a few minutes…"

The emaciated lookout chuckled at the comment. Suddenly a hand reached around from behind the pillar and covered her thin-lipped mouth. Eyes bulging in surprise, the woman was yanked quickly out of sight.

Batgirl's grin widened. She began to circle quietly to her right.

Yami had a disgusted look on his face. "So that's it?" he complained. "You drag me all the way here to the pits of south Domino just to ID some two-bit hood you're planning on knocking off anyway?" The phone buzzed and crackled and Yami nodded, his expression bored. "Right, chief, right. No, I haven't forgotten who got me set up as Mahado's assistant."

Batgirl pricked up her ears at the mention of the commissioner. She was close enough that she could make out some of the high-volume retort from the phone's earpiece. Yami gulped at the fury of the reply, his composure dented. "Okay, okay! Take it easy," he said. "I was out of line. I owe you big-time." He loosened his tie nervously.

Matches Malone had been watching the deputy commissioner. Now his eyes narrowed, moving past Yami to a point slightly behind him. He gave a single small nod.

Across the room, Robin returned the nod from behind the pillar. He held up a tiny black marble, then withdrew silently behind the column.

Unseen behind the costumed youth, Batgirl crept closer. She glanced down at the tiny thin woman, now gagged and trussed as securely as her co-worker outside in the bushes.

Words crackled from the phone, distorted by the static: "Listen, Yami, since our little stunt at the rally, I've got this city thinking you're the best thing since Batman." There was a buzzing laugh. "Once Mahado's out of the picture, you'll be a shoo-in to take his place. In fact, they could be calling you 'commissioner' by tomorrow."

Yami was surprised. "Tomorrow?"

Batgirl stood listening silently a few feet behind Robin, who was still unaware of her presence.

"I'm stepping up my timetable," crackled the voice on the phone. "Too many people nosing around. Our guest here, that 'Batgirl' kid - I'm not taking any chances. My gang'll bust the old guy out of jail tonight, and then we'll dump him off the Bayshore Wharf."

Batgirl listened in horror. Behind her, the bound woman quietly drew back her matchstick legs. The unexpected kick caught Batgirl's ankles from behind. She lurched forward, crashing into Robin. The black marble flew out of his hand and hit the floor. It rolled several yards and came to a stop against Yami's expensive shod foot.

The deputy commissioner stared down at the tiny orb and jumped back instinctively. A greenish gas began to spray from the marble as Yami retreated.

"We've got company!" he yelled to Birdy and the remaining lookout. He pointed into the shadows where Robin and Batgirl struggled to disengage themselves. "Over there!"

"Robin - look out!" Matches cried out in concern. He took a step to the side and lashed out with his legs, kick boxer style, as the two hoodlums turned to the shadows. The rotund lookout lost his balance and bumped heavily into Birdy, who caromed off a pillar and sprawled onto the floor. Yami's jaw fell open as Matches dived to the edge of the platform and rolled over the side, dropping out of sight onto the tracks below.

Birdy struggled to her feet. Whipping a small revolver out of her jacket, she began firing into the shadows where Batgirl and Robin crouched. Robin hurled Batgirl to the floor behind the pillar, interposing his body between her and the madly firing woman. Several yards down the platform, Yami turned, staring at the subway rails where the blond man had disappeared. "Robin?" he repeated incredulously. "That means you mush be-" He stopped to grab a machine gun from one of the fallen hoods and opened fire onto the tracks.

Below, Matches lay pressed tightly against the concrete wall under the overhanging lip of the platform, the hail of bullets ricocheting inches from his body.

Up on the platform, Birdy tossed aside her spent revolver and picked up the other machine gun, continuing to fire at the pillar where Batgirl and Robin were hiding. White puffs of plaster burst from the column as the machine-gun fire peppered it.

"We don't have time for this!" With an expression of exasperation, Robin got to his hands and knees and started crawling toward his left, pulling Batgirl with him.

Birdy stopped firing and ran to Yami's side. The deputy commissioner's face was contorted into a mask of fear and hatred. Birdy yanked at his sleeve. "Come on," she urged. "Plum's untyin' Sticks. Let's go!"

After a moments hesitation, Yami hurled the machine gun at the tracks, then turned and loped after Birdy. The round man had squeezed his bulk behind the pillar and freed his bound companion. The thin woman got stiffly to her feet and the two took off in hot pursuit of Birdy and Yami.

Muffled cries for help greeted the four criminals as they staggered out of the station. Birdy pulled the portable phone from its hoster at her tiny waist and chattered into it while the others released Slug.

She pointed to the abandoned subway station, a grim expression on her narrow face. "Chief says ta blow it!" she ordered. "Plum?"

From somewhere on his person, the round man produced a dull green object that looked like a high-tech lime and raised his eyebrows at Birdy as the group backed away from the doomed building. At her nod, he pulled the pin and tossed the grenade in a low arc at the station entrance. The explosion collapsed the opening, sealing it with a layer of dusty rubble.

~*(K.C.)*~

Robin and Batgirl were making their way to the edge of the platform when the explosion shook the building. Debris poured down the gutted escalator. Robin turned to the young woman.

"Just whose side are you on?" he demanded irritably.

"You're right. You're entirely right." Batgirl looked chagrined. "If I hadn't let her take me by surprise-"

"Robin!" The husky voice came from the subway tracks.

The two raced to the edge of the platform. Matches Malone was in the process of freeing himself with Houdini-like skill from the ropes that still bound him. As he climbed to his feet, Robin extended a hand to pull him up onto the platform.

The tall blond man eyed Batgirl with disapproval as he massaged his wrists. "I see you brought a date," he practically growled at his partner.

"Me? I thought she was with you." Robin looked back at the young woman's black and gray costume. "She's got your taste in clothes. Speaking of which…" He reached behind his back and unhooked from his utility belt the small package Roland had given him earlier. "Here."

Matches took the parcel and split the seal. A compact uniform burst out, revealing gray fabric and a black-and-yellow insignia.

Batgirl's eyes widened. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Am I glad to see you!"

Matches ripped open his tattered shirt, then paused and glanced at Batgirl, who was staring at him eagerly. "Do you mind?"

"Oh!" She blushed and turned her back as the man stripped off his false mustache and began to remove his outer garments. "Sorry…"

~*(K.C.)*~

Outside the subway station, Yami Mason was having an argument with the telephone. He paced nervously back and forth on the filthy tarmac, while Birdy cradled "the chief" in her arms.

"Well, this is just great," Yami said. "Now Batman and Robin know what's going on!"

"The bat chick, too," Slug put in. "Heh, she looks a lot better in tights than Batman, don't she?" Birdy reached out and cuffed him on the leg.

"Shut up, Slug," growled the voice of the chief. The phone buzzed with static. "Look, Yami, the explosion probably took care of them. But just in case… you should be able to find a big wheel-like device to your left, over by the sluiceway."

Yami turned and peered toward the river. "Yeah, I see it."

"Good. That's a drainage wheel. It diverts storm overflow down into the old subway system. Tell Slug to give the wheel a couple of good turns." The phone crackled with laugher. "Two bats and a bird. We'll flush those pests right down the drain…"

~*(K.C.)*~

"Can I look now?" When Batgirl turned around, the Dark Knight was looming over her like a vengeful spirit. "Oh - hi," she said, taking a nervous step backward.

"I don't know who you are or why you're doing this," the masked man began. The cold, deep-voiced whisper was completely different from the bleary tone he had employed as Matches Malone. "But let's get one thing straight. It takes a lot more than a costume and an attitude to do this kind of work."

Batgirl retreated another involuntary step. Then she shrugged off the feeling that she was getting a lecture for staying out past curfew and decided to stand her ground. "Look, I've got a reason for being here, so-"

Batman leaned toward her, his cape flaring like dark wings at his back. "You've already fouled up once," he said. "It almost cost us our lives. Stay out of our way so it doesn't happen again."

Robin was down on the tracks near the old, abandoned conductor's car, searching the wall for a way out of the tunnel. He grinned stupidly as Batman joined him. "Quite the handful, isn't she?" he said with a glance up at the platform. Batgirl stood there with her arms crossed defiantly. Robin shook his head. "I don't know. I spend a few short months out of the country and you go auditioning replacements. I'll have to watch myself in the future."

Batman ignored the comment, bending to inspect the rusted machinery.

"What they said - about the commissioner." Batgirl leaned over the platform's edge. She was trying to keep the concern from her voice. "Will they really…?"

"Yami's eager for that promotion," Batman said grimly. He straightened up and frowned down the dark tunnel. "Whoever's pulling the strings for him sounded pretty serious, as well. They've come this far. I doubt they'll stop at murder."

Robin kicked a discarded battle down the tracks in frustration. "And here we sit, with no way to-" A rumbling sound began to swell in the distance. It sounded like a herd of stampeding horses. Robin blinked in surprise. "Is that a train?"

The trio turned and stared down the tunnel as a man-high wall of water rushed around the bend and began to bear down on them. Batman leaped onto the platform while Batgirl backed away from the edge. Robin was standing on the far side of the tracks. Before he could reach the ledge, the wall of water slammed into him. He tottered against the force of it, then lost his balance. He gave a cry of alarm as the water pulled him away from the platform. Just then a lasso whirled through the air and caught him about the wrist. Batgirl dug in her heels and leaned against the rope, straining as she used all of her strength to hold him against the current. "Hold… on…"

Batman came up behind her. He circled his arms around hers and the two pulled together. Finally Robin reached the edge of the platform. With Batman holding the rope, Batgirl reached out and hoisted him up with a grunt of exertion. They both lost their balance, tumbling side by side on the platform. Panting for breath, Robin managed a weak smile of gratitude. "Not bad," he gasped. "Maybe there's hope for you, after all."

The water was rising steadily as it thundered through the tunnel. The overflow began to spill onto the platform. Moments later it was up to their knees.

Batman scanned the vaulted ceiling. Faded frescoes were visible in the dimness, as was a yard-long crack in the neglected masonry. He extracted the grappling gun from his utility belt.

Robin and Batgirl watched as the Dark Knight removed a small wad of plastic explosive from his utility belt and affixed it to the prongs of the grapple.

The water had climbed to Batgirl's waist. She suddenly slipped and nearly went under. Robin hauled her back to her feet. "We have to hurry!" he urged his partner.

Batman aimed the gun up into the dimness and fired. The grapple streaked upward and struck the ceiling in the precise center of the crack. There was a muffled roar as the explosive material detonated on impact. The three below covered their heads as masonry cascaded down. The frayed end of the grapple line dropped back into the water at their side.

Batgirl looked up. A few bright stars were visible through the small hold in the ceiling. "Great," she said, holding up the end of the line. "Only how do we get to it?"

Robin grinned and hefted another grappling gun above the water. "Always carry a spare."

It was his turn to aim and fire upward. The grapple shot through the jagged hole and hooked onto an upraised slab of pavement on the street above.

"You first," Batman told the young woman. Water swirling about his chest, he took the grappling gun from Robin and handed it to Batgirl. "Press here to send it back down to us."

Batgirl took the gun and gripped it tightly.

"Wait!" Robin produced several small, bat-shaped boomerang-like objects from his belt. He gave the batarangs to Batgirl. "Just in case you run into trouble up there."

"Thanks." The two locked gazes for a moment when Batgirl activated the grappling reel and was hauled up toward the stars.

She squeezed through the narrow opening at the top. Turning swiftly back to the gap, she held the grapple over the hole and pressed the stud on the gun's barrel. The line started unreeling with a soft humming sound, lowering the gun back down into the tunnel.

Batman was reaching for the grappling gun when part of the tunnel wall collapsed inward under the water pressure from outside. A huge wave roared forward, crashing over the Dark Knight and Robin.

Above, Batgirl watched in horror as the two were carried away by the coursing wave.

"No!" She pulled frantically on the line. The ragged end of the cable came out of the hole without the gun. She stared at the empty line in shock.

~*(K.C.)*~

Mahado Gordon sat on the edge of his cot, picking disinterestedly at his dinner while Detective Tristan Taylor stood outside the small cell and attacked his third piece of pizza. The pepperoni-laden slice was so large he had to fold it in half to fit it into his mouth. Mahado glanced glumly from the tray in his lap to the other man.

"If I ever get reinstated, Tristan, remind me to do something about the quality of the food in here, will you?" he asked.

"Relax, Commish." Mouth already full, Tristan took another huge bite of the steaming wedge. Strings of cheese stretched from the pizza to his mouth. "We got the judge to reconsider bail, didn't we?" He swallowed with effort and gazed thoughtfully at the commissioner's plate. "Hey, you gonna eat that pickle?"

Mahado lifted the tray toward the other man when the cell was rocked by a thunderous explosion. Tristan was thrown across the corridor to the far wall. He took a halting step forward to see Mahado lying on the concrete floor of his cell. Smoke billowed in the tiny room and the back wall of the cell was no longer there.

"Commissioner?" Tristan shouted. Mahado groaned and tried to push himself to his knees. Then three figures wearing ski masks emerged from the smoky chaos where the cell wall had been and pulled the commissioner to his feet.

"Huh?" Mahado shook his head dazedly and looked around. "What in…?"

"C'mon, Commissioner!" one of the masked men said loudly. He was a huge man with fists the size of hams. "Heh. Rupert Dartz don't desert his friends."

As Tristan watched in astonishment, the trio surrounded Mahado and dragged him out through the smoking hole. The burly detective lunged at the bars and shook them in frustration.

"Get some keys up here!" he yelled down the corridor. He turned back to the now-empty cell and ground his teeth in baffled rage. "Never a blasted cop when you need one…" he muttered, reaching inside his trench coat for a toothpick

~*(K.C.)*~

Author's Note: Again I apologize for yet another late update (heh, that rhymed) but I've been super busy… I know its not a great excuse buy hey work with what you've got, right?

On another note, they whole time I was typing up (and writing) the convo between Batgirl, Batman, and Robin (a.k.a. Mana, Seto, and Yugi). I couldn't help but that Yugi would be thinking the whole time: "Stupid Batgirl… you're such a cock block! If you weren't here…. Ugh!" lol. Poor deprived Yugi :D

And I counted... there's about five chapters remaining... Yay!

Cazuuki