Hello! I'm still alive and finally back to writing. Real life sucks sometimes. Anyway, I haven't given up on this story though I will be editing a couple chapters in the next few days. I hope you enjoy my new chapter, sorry for making you wait so long for it.

Since I only recently wrote this chapter, there aren't very many edits. But it's still been improved so enjoy.

Disclaimer: I didn't own One Piece or Batman the first time, and I still don't.

Batgirl & Robin

Barbra Gordon liked to think that she was a relatively normal girl. She liked to shop and hang out with her friends, she had crushes on boys, she did well in school, and she got along with her father. So what if she happened to spend her nights dressed up as a bat? She liked helping people, which was normal. So it was natural that a normal girl would be annoyed to be forced to babysit, right? Except that most babysitters did their job at home, not at the Gotham docks in the middle of the night; and most babysitters had to watch little brothers and make sure they go to bed on time, instead of reining in an overly enthusiastic sidekick from taking on more than he could handle. Batgirl sighed; so much for normal.

She followed the yellow cape of tonight's partner across the roof-tops of the warehoused that lined the docks and tried not to miss the old Robin. Dick was still a good friend and Nightwing was more than capable but it wasn't really the same. Not to say that Tim wasn't a great Robin, but he was just a kid and no matter what she did she still saw him as one; which he didn't appreciate. She suspected that Batman knew of the tension and that's why he ordered them to work together tonight. She could have done it alone, though. It was simple reconnaissance. Killer Croc was on the loose again and had been spotted along the docks, which surprised nobody. Batgirl and Robin were to locate him and keep tabs but under no circumstances were they to engage. That bothered her but she understood. Croc was way out of her weight class and Robin was still new to the whole thing. No point in asking for trouble.

Ahead of her, Robin stopped on the edge of the roof and looked down to watch one of the dive-bars that seemed to pop up like cockroaches in the area. She came up next to him and pulled out a small pair of binoculars. "This is starting to feel like a waste of time," Robin complained quietly. "All night and not so much as a scale of Killer Croc."

"I agree, but we have to be thorough," Batgirl encouraged, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder. She tried to identify the patrons of the bar through the big glass window that seemed to be a staple of these types of places. She recognized several of the men from their mug-shots that she sneaked a peek of at her dad's office, but none of them were affiliated with Killer Croc.

Robin pouted but didn't disagree or shrug off her hand. The vigilantes watched the bar for a few minutes and before moving on. They were getting close to the end of the neighborhood, where the docks turned into residential, expensive river front residential. At that point they would turn around and start over to see if they missed anything. This area of the docks was run down and mostly abandoned, though; which would be perfect for Killer Croc. Without a word the partners in crime fighting stepped up their vigilance, ready for anything. Or so Barbra thought.

When they were checking an abandoned cargo ship, they both heard something. They froze and stared at each other in the moon light. "What was that?" Robin asked, suddenly a little nervous, though he'd never admit it. Barbra knew though, mostly because she felt the same.

"I don't know but it sounded like a big clang and then someone shouted 'OW'," she answered. "Let's check it out."

On the far side of the cargo ship was another ship, maybe? Barbra had never seen a ship like it in her life and she wasn't sure how to classify it. She rubbed her eyes, but it was still there. It was big and brightly colored with a sunflower or maybe a lion for a figure head and trees and grass growing on the decks. It had sails, only one of which was down and was emblazoned with a big skull and cross bones, which wasn't as scary as it sounded because the skull was wearing a bright yellow hat and seemed almost happy, like it was proud to be watching over the unlikely vessel. This thing was definitely not from Gotham, which tended more toward gloomy or clown themed; or, on a bad day, both.

"Look," Robin whispered, nudging her with his elbow. "That's why we couldn't find Croc."

Barbra tore her eyes away from the cataloguing the gaudy sail boat. On the deck, in a stoutly built cage a very angry Killer Croc stood, yelling abuse at a…

"Robin," Batgirl said incredulously. "What in the world is that thing?"

A man (again, maybe?) stood next to the cage, unbothered by the monster inside. From his feet up he just looked odd, even to a Bat, who was used to dealing with Gotham freaks. He wore no shoes and had metal splints on his shins. He sported bikini shorts that didn't leave enough to the imagination and a bright Hawaiian shirt that was open to show his bare chest with odd surgical scars. Delicate sunglasses balanced on his metal nose, hiding his eyes. His chin had three points and his hair, for goodness sake, was pale blue and shaped like a skyscraper; in fact it looked like the Wayne Industries building for some reason. Finally, his arms, which Barbra had trouble accepting. She tried rubbing her eyes again; still didn't work. The man-thing had huge, spherical, red shoulders that said "BF 37" and blue, box shaped forearms ending in huge robotic hands that had little robotic hands that came out of the palms that he was using to nudge up his ridiculous sunglasses. She got a look at his eyes for a second, it looked like he had mascara on, or maybe he had better eyelashes than her.

"Oh my gosh!" Robin exclaimed, elbowing her again. "Isn't he cool?"

Batgirl looked at her partner in surprise. "What?"

Robin turned to her with, no joke, stars in his eyes. "The robot! He's awesome. Come on, let's go talk to him!"

Before Batgirl could object, he swung down to the odd ship, landing right in front of the monstrosity. Barbra sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. A little calmer, she joined her partner; she needed to have his back after all.

"Ow! What do we have here?" the thing asked. It posed with its arms over its head, displaying a painted star and making the clanging noise they heard earlier. "You're not going to try and steal the Sunny to, are you?"

"Great, just what I needed, the mini bats," Croc grumbled from his cage. "Hey, can you get me out of here? Even jail'd be better than this."

"What in the world are you?" Batgirl asked before she could stop herself. A costumed vigilante should have more control than that. She took a deep breath to try and center herself.

"I'm a cyborg, little sister, a SUPAH cyborg" it/he answered. "Cyborg Franky of the Strawhat Pirates. Ow! Yeah!" He shouted and posed again, arching over like he was stretching his side.

"So cool!" Robin whispered.

"You want to see cool?" Franky asked. He bent down to Robin's level. "Push my nose for three seconds."

Robin reached up and did as he was bid. They counted in sync and at three, Franky's hair bushed out like an afro. Robin squeaked and fell backward as Franky laughed. "Gotcha, little man," he said good naturedly as he put his hair back in order. This time it looked like the Gotham Clock Tower when he was done. "SUPAH!"

"What are you doing here? Why is Killer Croc in a cage? How did you get here? What are your intentions?" Batgirl pushed, trying to sound as much like a Bat as possible. With her partner out of commission, he still had stars in his eyes, she was responsible for Gotham.

Franky laughed and patted her head. "Chill, little sister. I was in my workshop when a freak storm blew up out of nowhere. By the time I got on deck, my crew was blown off and the Sunny was falling into the middle of a big city. I used the coup-de-burst to blast the ship toward the river here. As I was flying, I saw the coolest buildings, all of them lit up bright. It was enough to bring tears to my eyes," he started sobbing and promised that he wasn't crying. It took a few minutes, and a short song about a man's heart and stars on the ground before he was ready to continue; Batgirl tried not to fidget. "Once I made it to the water, I found a place to dock and was attacked by this fishman, who wanted to steal my ship! Can you believe that? Nothing could make me part from the Thousand Sunny, we were only just reunited after two long years." He started crying again.

"I keep telling you I'm not a fishman, I'm Killer Croc," the reptile man shouted, banging on the bars of his cage.

"Really?" Franky said with a shrug, eyes suddenly dry. "Too bad, I like fishmen as a general rule, though there are exceptions like the New Fishman Pirates, but we put them in their place. My mentor was a fishman and a great man who believed in living with 'gusto!' Anyway, I knocked him out and built a cage until I could figure out what to do. I need to find my crew, but I can't leave the Sunny undefended. You understand, right, little sis and little bro?"

"Of course," Robin agreed, nodding like crazy. He still had stars in his eyes.

Batgirl just sighed. "Maybe we can help?" she offered tentatively. She thought he was Arkam level crazy, but he seemed nice enough and he did capture Croc for them; assuming he let them take him into custody. She wasn't sure yet since he had introduced himself as a pirate.

"Yeah, definitely," Robin cried happily. "Batman could help and I'm sure Commissioner Gordon will be happy once you give him Croc." He looked to Batgirl for confirmation, and while she didn't appreciate him possibly compromising her identity, she did agree with him. She smiled and nodded encouragingly. Maybe a trade would ensure that Franky didn't team up with Croc against the law-enforcers.

"Oh," Franky cried, with tears pouring down his eyes. "Thank you so much; I was worried I would be alone in this new world and to meet such nice people as yourselves… I'm not crying, I'm not!"

"Let me check-in with Batman," Batgirl sighed, leaving Robin to deal with the overly emotional cyborg.

"Batman, this is Batgirl," she said into her communicator once she had a little distance.

"Yes, Batgirl?" the gruff voice answered.

"We have a situation," she began, taking a moment to figure out what to say. She didn't want to sound like a crazy person, but this here? This was just insane.

"Did you find Killer Croc?"

"Yes, but we found something else to," she tried again, but couldn't find the words to explain as she watched Franky teach Robin a dance that involved way too much hip thrusting. Robin was really getting into it.

"Don't touch that!" Batman shouted, making her jump.

"What?" Barbra asked, kind of annoyed. What did she do?

"Not you, Batgirl. Let me guess, you found a pirate," Batman offered; his voice heavy with unusual exhaustion.

"How'd you know? He's a cyborg and he's with his ship," she explained in a rush.

"Good, that makes things easier. What about Croc?" As usual, Batman didn't explain anything. It was so frustrating, but she let it go this time.

"He's in a cage the cyborg built when Croc tried to commandeer the pirate ship." She groaned. "Batman, what do I do? Robin really likes this guy."

"It will be fine, Batgirl," Batman said, surprisingly understanding. "The signal is lit, so I'm heading to police headquarters now. I'll have Jim send someone to pick up Croc. Check back with me at that point and we'll see where to proceed from there." Batman's voice was suddenly cut off and came back to him snarling at some one. "Stop touching buttons in my car!" In the background, Barbra could hear someone whining.

"Are you okay, Batman?" she asked, carefully.

"Yes, I just have my own pirate to deal with. Nightwing is heading to the manor with his and to get the one that Alfred found. I want them out of my city," he grunted.

"I couldn't agree more," Batgirl agreed, as she watched the bizarre Franky lead Robin and somehow Killer Croc in his weird dance. "I couldn't agree more."