A/N: This takes place during Justice League S1Ep14&15 aka Fury Parts 1&2. A lot of chapters for now will be following Barbara's point of view during the events of the JL and JLU episode.

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"Batman, is everything alright?" He wasn't picking up. He told me a half hour ago he saw something suspicious going on at the Gotham Biotech Lab and wanted to check it out.

"No answer?" Tim asked. He was sitting in the passenger seat of the Batmobile and I was driving.

"No."

It wasn't unlike him to not answer, he had to be quite if he was spying on someone.

"You want to check it out don't you," Tim asked. Yes I did. I just had this feeling that I couldn't shake off.

"Something just isn't right." I set the navigation system to the lab.

"You sure you aren't just being a bit paranoid?"

"No, this isn't paranoia. Its intuition."

When we pulled up to the lab there were definitely signs of a break in. A guard was down in the front and a control panel was ripped out of the wall. I checked the guard's pulse. He was still alive, but barely.

"Call a bus. Tell them we have a man here in dire need of medical attention," I ordered Tim. I looked up and saw three more men down in the hallway. "Actually, tell them we have at least four."

Tim followed my instructions as I went inside to further investigate. Whoever was here, they were long gone and left a mess behind them. Then I saw him draped over an industrial pipe. Batman was out cold. I rushed over and pulled him off of the metal pipe. Jeez he was heavy. I've had to help carry him before, but now he was dead weight.

I gently placed his head down and began to look at his injuries. Nothing is broken but there is a bit of blood on my glove. It must have been from the back of his head. I wasn't going to take the cowl off till we got back to the cave. I checked his pulse and put my ear to his chest to check his breathing. He was breathing ok. I was just about to check his pupils when his hand grabbed my wrist.

"Hey hey, it's just me," my other hand grabbed his so he would stop griping so tightly. He seemed relieved a bit and then started to talk non-sense, "The necklace. I grabbed it off of her."

After I scanned the room, Tim came towards me with a gold necklace. "I think this is what he meant."

Bruce groaned as he was starting to get up, "Whoa hold on. Let me help you to the car."

He reluctantly complied as I helped him sit in the passenger's side. I could hear the police and ambulance sirens in the distance. We needed to leave and get Bruce home. One of the many rules Bruce had was to make sure, as often as possible at least, that people didn't see any of us injured. If people started to think of us as actual people that could be maimed or killed, then it wouldn't be good for business. We had to keep up the image that we were strong, stealthy, and indestructible.

"Get in the car Robin," I barked as he looked out to see the on-coming cops and paramedics in the distance.

"That is a two-seater my friend. Unless I'm driving…no dice." He had his hands up defensively.

"You're going to have to squeeze in with Batman," I replied sternly. It wasn't an ideal situation for Tim, I'll give him that, but it was a long way back to the cave and I wasn't going to let him call the plane over just for this. Last time he almost crashed the plane and said that the skyscraper, which has been in Gotham since 1910, came out of nowhere.

"In case you haven't noticed, he's taking up the seat and he's out like a light again," he crossed his arms this time, protesting the inevitable.

"Just sit on his lap." Tim will be flipping out in three, two, one…

"You're joking right?" His cheeks are red with embarrassment.

"Do as you're told. We need to leave now," I snapped at him. My partner had a head injury and was bleeding; the last thing I needed to deal with was Tim's pre-pubescent macho ego.

"Oh my god I can't believe I'm doing this," Tim was sitting as much as he could on the center console, which wasn't much, I still need room to use the gear shift.

"Don't worry, I'll still think your cool after all of this is over." I started up the car and was taking off as fast as I could back to the cave.

"I'm not worried about that. I will always be cooler than you, therefore you will always think I'm cool. What I'm worried about is that this experience is going to HAUNT me for the rest of my life. Sitting on a man's lap, even Santa's, at this age is traumatizing." Tim tried to make himself as small as possible.

"Santa?" I asked confused.

Tim continued to mouth off, "Hey, aliens, demons, ghost, and witches walk among us. I'm not going to give up on the thought that there is some sort of form of Santa out there somewhere."

As he was finishing his rant, a groan escaped from Bruce's mouth. Tim jerked away very quickly.

"What are you doing on my lap?" Bruce sounded confused and surprised, but also a bit out of it.

Tim gritted his teeth and shifted further towards the windshield. He was about to look like a Robin version of the Garfield window cling. That's when I lost it. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed that hard. I looked over at the two of them again and I started laughing louder. Then I heard a sound rarely ever heard, Bruce's laugh. Tim finally joined in as tears started rolling down my eyes. My stomach hurt so badly from trying to keep it together as I drove. We all managed to calm down when we got closer to the cave. Nothing needed saying. We all knew what happened was rare occasion. We piled out of the car and managed to get Bruce to a medical table. Alfred did a thorough check and said that Bruce just needed a couple of stitches in his scalp.

"Master Timothy, you might as well turn in for the night. You have a history test in the morning that you need to do well on," Alfred said while sorting through his first aid tools.

"Fine," Tim said starting to go upstairs.

"Since you've been so mature lately Master Timothy, I think you I'll allow you to sit in the front of the car for ride over to school in the morning, without a booster seat," Alfred dryly called after him.

I stifled a laugh, not wanting to get into another laughing fit. I just gave a look to Alfred that said I approved. He noticed and winked back to me.

"I'm not going to even dignify that with a response." Deflated, Tim still climbed up the stairs.

Alfred laughed slightly after he was sure his young master was out of earshot.

"You shouldn't be mean to the boy," Bruce said with upturned lips.

"The boy needs some humility sir, it seemed like an ample opportunity to teach him some," Alfred continued to work on the stitches without missing a beat.

Smiling and shaking my head, I decided it was best to move on from the subject of humiliating Tim and continued my research of the necklace.

"I looked up the design Bruce. Last time a piece of jewelry like this was made was in ancient Greece. Taking into consideration the description of the woman who roughed you up, I'd say its Amazonian." The computer was still searching Amazonian designs, then the same necklace popped up. "And looks like I was right."

Bruce had to be hunched over a bit while Alfred was working, so his eyes looked up at a weird angle towards me. "Good work. I'll have to have a conversation with Diana."

Two Days Later…

8:17 PM Gotham City

My damn phone was no help, I couldn't get a call through and I was still five blocks away from my apartment. I needed to radio Alfred and Tim and make sure they were ok. Something was causing all the men to become sick and collapse and seeing as I am the only female member of our little vigilante family, it was up to me to protect the others. My dad had already fell victim to the virus. We were at the station when it happened. Bullock and all other male officers and staff started collapsing shortly after. I was at least able to call a bus in at that time. The doctors said there was nothing to be done at the moment and they'd keep an eye on his vitals. It was hard to part from him, but I had responsibilities. I tried calling Wayne Manor over and over again but the system must have been overloaded. I finally reached my building and ran up my stairs. On my ascent, I had to dodge the female paramedics, female police, and panicked female citizens that were caring for the fallen men.

This was absolute chaos! A whole gender, dropping like flies!

Once I was in my room I changed into my uniform and radioed Alfred. "Batgirl to Penny-one, what is your status?"

I prayed for an answer, mostly because I needed them to be all right. I also didn't want to be alone in this. It made me realize, that I didn't really know any women that were in my line of work. I just had Kara, who probably had enough to deal with in Metropolis or Smallville. According to the news, this was "spreading like wildfire" or whatever other clichés newscasters used to describe this sudden outbreak. Suddenly, I heard static on the other end and my heart jumped.

"Batgirl this is Penny-one, how can I be of service?"

Oh thank god!

"Are you and Robin ok? You need to get to the clean room immediately. A virus is spreading and I believe it is airborne."

"Don't fret Batgirl, we are aware of the situation and have made our way to the clean room. Batman warned us about it forty minutes ago."

The clean room was built for situations like this. The only thing about the clean room was that you couldn't do much from it but sleep, eat, and try to contact the outside world.

"Are you still in contact with him?"

"No. He we silent over twenty minutes ago, I'm beginning to worry."

"Damn it. Things are pretty chaotic down here. I'm going to need to help out Gotham wherever I can. I'll try to contact Batman in the mean time; I really wished he gave us a way to contact the League. Batgirl Out."

I understood Bruce wanted to keep the League separate from his Batfamily, but this is exactly why I thought not giving us a way to contact them was idiotic. Bruce being a control freak was not helping us at all tonight.

Batgirl? Batgirl? This J'onn J'onzz of the Justice League, I have some information for you.

I jumped a little. What the- this wasn't coming from my earpiece. This was coming from my mind.

Batman gave me something of yours so I could concentrate on it and telepathically communicate with you. Is everything all right? Are you in any danger at the moment?

Oh he won't give me a damn radio frequency, but he'll give a Martian permission to probe my mind. Great.

No. I'm just a bit rattled. I've never communicated "Vulcan mind meld" style and I didn't know Batman had this plan into place with you, so you're going to have to forgive my fatigue.

Sorry for the intrusion, but I promised that if he is ever in serious medical condition I would contact you. Batman has come down with the virus. I was able to stabilize him and the other men of the League.

I bet you came down with it hours ago you idiot. Kept going till you dropped probably.

Thank you for letting me know, is there anything I can do to help? Is there an antidote being worked on?

Star Labs is working on one, but they aren't having much luck. Batman said you had instructions already if something like this were to happen.

Ya, the instructions were to "keep fighting the good fight." Real specific.

I know what they are J'onn. Please keep me updated.

Will do.

That was the last I heard from J'onn before the terrible ordeal was over. I did what I had to do; what all there was left to do: help Gotham.

The whole night was damage control and keeping people out of harm's way. I just finished helping evacuating an apartment fire when I got word from a familiar voice.

"Batgirl. How is Gotham? Everything under control?" His voice was its usual authoritative tone. He was acting as if nothing had happened to him.

"Batman?!"

"I'm fine. How is Gotham?"

Ok lets just pretend you weren't in need of severe medical attention a couple of hours ago.

"The city is fine. The panic from the outbreak died down. Penny-one and Robin are fine too by the way."

"I know. I checked." Well at least he had his priorities in order...sort of.

"We are distributing an antidote now. You should go ahead and check on your father if you aren't busy."

"Um thanks…I'm glad you're ok."

"Batman out."

Thank you Barbara for being concerned. I'm glad you're ok too. Oh by the way, I hope you're cool with the fact that I gave an alien permission to find and talk to you telepathically. It's only because I didn't want to give you a way to communicate with the League. Oh why don't I want you to have that? It's because I'm a giant control freak. Hey you know the number one rule: I make the rules.

I managed to quell my anger before I was at my father's bedside. They gave him the antidote once I got there. He started waking up fifteen minutes later.

"Barbara?"

His eyelids were heavy and they struggled to open. I grabbed his hand with both of mine. "I'm here Dad. You're going to be ok. You caught a pretty bad virus that's been going around. The doctors gave you the antidote about fifteen minutes ago. I'm surprised you woke up, they gave you a sedative to relax."

He was definitely out of it. His words slurred when they came out of his mouth, "You ok kid?"

He was still worried about me, even though I was the one at his bedside. I moved the hair that was falling on his forehead back and I gently held a hand to his face. "I'm fine. Just go back to sleep." That last request didn't need to be said. He was already asleep again before I finished my sentence.

Relief fell over me. I wanted to sleep; but I had one last thing I needed to try to do before I could rest as peacefully. Well as peacefully as one could sleep in this crappy hospital chair. At least I had Dad's trench coat to keep me warm.

J'onn? It's Batgirl. Are you there J'onn?

Silence...Nothing…well it was worth a shot. It would be nice if I could- A voice intruded my thoughts again.

Batgirl, is everything all right?

Everything is fine J'onn. I just wanted to see if you were all right.

He paused for a moment. Did I confuse him or something? Was I overstepping my bounds here?

I too came down with the virus, but Hawkgirl and Wonder Woman were able to give Star Labs notes on how to make an antidote to the virus.

It was silent for a moment then J'onn began to "speak" again.

I'm sorry. Did Batman not contact you yet?

He did, he did. I just wanted to hear from you personally. I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother-

It is no bother Batgirl. It was nice of you to check in on me.

No problem. I just thought I'd check in on my new friend.

J'onn paused again. I wasn't sure what else to say.

Thank you, Batgirl…my friend.

You're welcome J'onn. Get some rest, if you do that sort of thing.

I do...sort of, and I will.

I smiled for a moment and then curled up in the chair with my father's trench coat wrapped around me. I relaxed as I breathed in the scent of my father: cigarettes mixed with his mint aftershave scent. While I let sleep finally take me, I began to think. I hadn't even met J'onn in person and he had more compassion and etiquette for me than Bruce did tonight...That man was going to drive me away one of these days.