As if it wasn't annoying enough that they dragged me away from my case for a few minutes, they made it even more annoying when they dragged me out of town to be given a tour of their hideout and introduced to their covert-ops team.

But that's not even the worst of it.

As soon as I walked in to meet the team, Tim caught me in a massive hug. I hate hugs. I'm not the biggest fan of Tim either.

"Hey, I'm Virgil." The hero known as Static was probably the person most eager to meet me. "I've been waiting for them to recruit you."

"Um, thanks I guess. Did everyone know I was coming but me?" I asked.

"Pretty much."

"Well this has been nice but I actually have important stuff to do." I headed back towards the Batplane I had been brought here in, expecting Batman to follow. He didn't. "You know I'll just try and figure it out on my own if you don't hurry up, right?"

By the time I was buckled in, Damian was getting in next to me while Bruce started the plane. Bruce looked at me disapprovingly.

"What?" I asked when the glaring wouldn't cease.

"You know what."

"Well I'm sorry that I didn't want to have a little tea party while girls around my age are being abducted by some psycho. Maybe I'll make an effort later. Seems to be what worked for you." I scowled back just as fierce as he was to me.

"What's that suppose to mean?" The dreary weather of gotham was soon over our plane and I knew we were close to the manor.

"It means you didn't even try to find me. You could have found me, trained me better but you didn't. Instead I toughened up and learnt to defend myself the hard way. The painful way." he stayed silent. I'm not sure if he legitimately didn't know how to respond or was just waiting. "Do you know how many times I've been stabbed? I can't even feel it anymore."

"If you wanted to come home you could have called."

"Otherwise why bother, right? I'm only your granddaughter." I jumped out of the plane as soon as we landed.

"Mila, wait!" Damian called as he ran up beside me.

"What do you want baby bird?" he raised an eyebrow at the nickname.

"One; really, baby Bird? Two; I thought you could use some help with your case." Wow, wasn't expecting that. After I was a bitch earlier why would he help me?

"Okay, so what are you doing?" I asked as I looked at the huge screen, scrambling rapidly through different pages as it searched through each before discarding them.

"I'm using the my father's computer to hack wirelessly into every computer, laptop and mobile phone in Gotham. It'll search for and highlight every mention of The Display. If nothing helpful turns up then we'll move into Metrop-" the computer beeped as it highlighted a phone conversation. The conversation was on the whereabouts of The Display.

"Underground? Please tell me that's just code for something." Damian went through more of the conversation, turning up nothing else.

"Could be a code, or..." he trailed off as he began searching Bruce's database for 'Underground' or anything underground. "What about this: Underground is the name of a club that just opened up two months ago. The area that the owner has bought is only half being used as a club."

"Suspicious. Wanna go clubbing?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"We're fifteen. Do you really think they'll let us in?" Good point, they may not be as lenient as some clubs I've gotten into in Metropolis.

"Fake ID. Who do we know who's eighteen, who'll vouch for us?" I saw him think for a moment.

"Stephanie."

"Really?" Was Stephanie's answer accompanied by a look of disbelief.

"Please Stephanie! It's really important." she nearly laughed at my begging.

"No, I'm meant really, that's what you're wearing?" I widened my eyes and looked at my clothes for a moment. What wrong with my clothes? "Honey, you've gotta wear a dress. I've got some you can borrow!"

I cringed at the idea of wearing a dress. But, it is a part of going undercover. "So you're in?"

She nodded excitedly. Why wouldn't she be excited, she's been trying to get me to wear dresses for years.

We walked in behind Stephanie who walked in naturally, Damian followed but I was stopped.

"Do you have any ID, you look 12." the guard said stopping me.

"Are you picking on my height? I get that I'm short but come on! I'm the same age as him!" I grabbed out my fake ID anyway. He let me pass and I waved him off acting as snobby as I could.

"So what's next?" Stephanie asked really excitedly. I smiled as we took a seat at an empty table.

"Damian is a rich boy. He can buy his way into the display." I could tell by Damian's expression that he wanted to object to spending money. "It'll only be temporarily spent. Don't worry."

"So while he's perving down in The Display," Steph began, earning a punch to the arm from Damian. "what do we do?"

"We're going to wait up here, dancing or something, until Damian signals us. Once he has we'll go to the bathrooms and get changed." Sounds simple enough right?

It really was a simple plan.

Get in to the club✔️

Find the abducted girls✔️

Free the girls (Well we free most of them)

Don't let The Collector's henchmen or whatever he has overpower us (Maybe we should have planned more...)

"I've heard about you. Some call you the rogue Batgirl." I wasn't expecting him to be as young as he was. I was expecting an old creep. "Pity, I was hoping it'd be harder to capture you. You'd be a lovely addition to my Display. But you're not as impressive as I had hoped.

"Sorry to disappoint." his men held me in a kneeling position with my hands restrained behind me.

"Yes you have been quite disappointing. You set free more than half of my girls and then you don't even put up much of a fight. But at least I get to display Batgirl and Batbrat!" I had made sure Damian was still undercover so we'd have at least some help if things went south.

I was expecting his intervention soon.

But that wasn't what I got.

Before he could begin boring me again the men restraining me fell to the ground, clutching their legs in pain. As I look over my shoulder at them I caught the sight of red arrows stick out their legs. More arrows began shooting into all his men. nothing lethal, yet.

"I expected back-up but I assumed it'd be that little friend you came in with." He pointed his gun towards his customers, right at Damian. Without even thinking about it I spoke.

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't shoot him, shoot me!" He just smiled at me and pulled the trigger anyway. I closed my eyes as I waited for the sound of him dropping dead.

Nothing.

Well not nothing. There was a slight ping but I thought nothing of it until I opened my eyes.

Damian was still there, smiling at him as he repeated firing at Damian. Each bullet deflected of him as they would with superman. What the hell happened to him?

Steph and I let ourselves up, apprehending The Collector (aka: Eddie Woodstock apparently). We tied everyone up and as promised I got back Damian's money before we called the police and left to observe the product of our hard work.

Roy met us on a nearby roof and took us home. One question still gnawed at me as we celebrated a bit.

"Why are you bulletproof? What the hell happened to you?" I blurted out randomly.

"Um, I guess it was a side effect of the way I was brought back to life. I can also fly and I'm really strong." Everyone else in the car, including Roy, didn't seem surprised by it.

"Am I the only one that didn't know this?" I asked looking directly at Roy.

"Well you didn't want to hear anymore news after Dick died. So I didn't tell you anything." I kinda screwed myself over with that. I hate surprises.