The Symbiote and The Girl Bat

by John2851

In an Arkham AU, CJ and Barbara were childhood best friends, but separeted when tragedy strucked in CJ's life. Years later he returned and set out to be a killing vigilant once bonded with a hybrid experimented symbiote. Hidden love startes to resuface between Barbara and CJ when rekindling their abandoned friendship. Can Barbara show him the way of the Bat Family or fail?.

9. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Barbara gilded through the air with determination in her mindset. After seeing those pictures tonight about what has happened to the Black Eyed cartel tonight. As in the cartel is no more, meaning that Gotham has one less crime to worry about. Barbara picked up a few conversations from some low life crooks who got word of what happened tonight. She did not expect to hear what came to their mouths.

"Man, the whole Black Eyed organization is fucking dead. The Kingpin got whacked tonight. I'm fucking serious." came the crook.

Barbara dropped down on the rooftop before going over to the edge to look down at the five thugs who were around the freshly lit bonfire. She listens in to a possible lead in the potential person on who did it tonight.

"No shit?." said the second crook, in disbelief.

"I shit you not, man, I was nearby looking for drugs to buy when I saw GCPD pulled in on the hidden out. I told myself, how the fuck did the damn cops know about their second base of operations?. It was the Bat." said the first crook.

"Huh, figures as much." The third crook takes a sip of his bottle of liquor that is covered up in a brown paper bag. "Does that self-righteousness asshole ever takes a fucking night off?."

"You didn't let me finish." came the first crook. "It wasn't the Bat. The cops found the cartel members dead in their own blood."

The fourth crook looked at his friend in disbelief. "For real?. They weren't beaten unconscious?. They were killed?."

"Oh, now we have a killing vigilante. Damn, Gotham has really gone down the uncleaned shithole." said the fifth crook, before smoking his cigarette.

The fourth crook rubbed his hands up against the fire. "I don't know about you guys but my ass is keeping a gun."

Barbara got up and flew out to resume her located building to do her investigation. "Damn, even the low lives are getting scared in just one night. Shit, this looks similar to Bruce when he made his grand debut. Except that he did not kill low lives."

She flew down to the building covered in police tape and entered through the door. Upon entering she instantly switched to detective mode and began her investigation. She did not like what she was seeing. The figure is a trained vigilante who is a skilled killer based upon how he skillfully murdered the thugs.

The room was a mess. The floor was sticky with dried blood, and the walls had bullet holes scattered around them. The smell of fear and gunpowder lingered in the air, a grim reminder of the chaos that had ensued just hours ago. She continued her investigation through the other room and looked at the keypad.

"He unlocked the pad with no hands on and just did it digitally. Huh, that looks very similar to what we do. Did he once work for Bruce on his gadgets at Wayne Enterprise with Mr. Fox?." Barbara asked herself before going inside.

When entering she sees body chalk in different sections of the room. She fit the pieces together and watched the scene that had gone down. Barbara just can not believe that this new vigilante is capable of doing what he committed. She got to the room to see where the dead kingpin had taken his last breath and did a final scan to see how it all went down before looking at the word and symbol that is carved on the wall.

"ISO. The unknown symbol. Who is he?." Barbara asked herself this question and wishes she has the answer.

Barbara figured that she should head back to the Clock Tower to not only further her search investigation, but also wanting to feel safe. Seeing what she has seen just makes her skin crawl regardless of being Batgirl. Unlike Batman, she is not the master of fear itself. Before making the move to exit the entire building to call the Batwing, she hears an incoming call in the form of a beep noise. She lifted her right arm and pressed the button. The hologram screen pulls up as she sees Robin on the other end.

"Hey, Batgirl. How are you?." Tim asked with a calm and cocky attitude.

Barbara can see that he is back to his usual self despite what has happened between them the last time they have worked together. "Hey, Robin. I'm feeling fine. You?."

"Oh, I am feeling wonderful. Say, have you heard about that new vigilant tonight?." Tim asked before waiting for a response.

"Indeed I have. I'm currently in the man's current handy work. Based on my investigation mode, he did this with his bare hands. He did not pull out any gadgets like we do." Barbara gave it a good thought and asked. "Do you know what ISO means by any chance?."

Tim shook his head. "Beats me. But I know either you or Batman would know. That is if you told him about our new friend."

"Not yet. Gotta gather more information before informing Batman." said Barbara, making her way out.

"Bet. I will keep a lookout and hit you up." said Tim.

Barbara exited the building and locked eyes on the screen. "Great."

"And Batgirl?..." Tim sighed. "I'm sorry about…you know…before."

"All is forgiven." said Barbara, after cutting off the call.

Barbara called the Batwing to come pick her up while having her mind running on this ISO character. This guy just came out of the blue and is making a name for himself much less making his presence known. In just one night he permanently took down the Black Eyed cartel and killed the kingpin. If Barbara can be honest with herself, that was quite impressive since taking out such a big task in just one night, is something that herself and the rest of the Bat Family would do. However, that still did not change her ground on killing individuals to justify justice.

Barbara strongly believes in real and fair justice. Unlike CJ, who just kills them and calls service of justice, believes in taking the lives of wrongdoers in order for innocent people to walk the streets or live their life in peace with the sense of gaining their justice from the killed wrongdoers. Barbara shook her head before being dropped off by the Clock Tower and gilded her way to break her speed.

Her thoughts raced as the cold wind whipped past her. The Batwing's engines roared into the night sky, disappearing behind the clouds. She had to get to the bottom of this. Who was this vigilante?. And why did he feel the need to cross the line that she and the others had sworn never to cross?. She knew that Gotham was a city that bred monsters, but she had hoped that the recent drop in crime rates meant that the people were finally starting to believe in the system she had worked so hard to uphold.

Landing softly on the rooftop of the Clock Tower, Barbara took a moment to catch her breath. The city sprawled out before her, a maze of lights and shadows that held countless secrets. She could feel the weight of her responsibility pressing down on her shoulders. Her mission was clear. Find out who this ISO character was and what his agenda is. But she also knew that she couldn't do it alone.

Inside the Tower, she found Alfred waiting for her, a steaming cup of tea in his hand. He knew her so well. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he said, his eyes filled with concern. "What happened?."

"We have a new vigilante in Gotham, Alfred." Barbara took the warm cup of tea from him. "And does not play the same rules that we play."

"Aw, this individual takes lives." said Alfred.

Barbara nodded, sipping her tea. "The Black Eyed cartel's kingpin is dead. This 'ISO' character seems to have a very... fine way of dealing with criminals."

Alfred's brow furrowed. "That's troubling, Miss Gordan. Taking lives is a path we've always avoided. But perhaps we can find a way to work with him. After all, our goals are the same and that is to protect Gotham."

Barbara sighed, setting the cup down. "Maybe, Alfred, but highly doubted. But we need to understand his motives first. If he's just another crazed killer, wearing a cape won't change that. We need to tread carefully."

They moved to the command center where Barbara began to pull up intel on the Black Eyed cartel's operations. The screens flickered to life, displaying a web of information that they had gathered over the years. It was a grim reminder of the never-ending battle they faced.

"Let's start with the crime scene," Barbara said, her eyes scanning the data. "We need to find out how he operates, what his methods are. Maybe that'll give us a clue to his identity."

Alfred nodded in agreement. "I'll get the GCPD reports and see if there's anything that stands out." He disappeared into the depths of the Tower, leaving Barbara to her thoughts.

Barbara's mind raced as she studied the data before her. The way the Black Eyed cartel had been taken down was surgical, almost as if they had been dismantled from the inside out. It was clear that ISO had an intimate knowledge of their operations, and she couldn't help but wonder if he had been one of them before turning on his former comrades. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Alfred's footsteps returning.

"Unfortunately, Miss Gordon, there are no records of this Mr. ISO." said Alfred, setting down a tray of fresh baked crumpets.

"That can't be right." Barbara typed away. "There has to be files on him. There has to be."

"I am terribly sorry, Miss Gordon, but they're aren't any. He is like he came from thin air." said Alfred, before lifting the tray up. "Crumpet?."

Barbara took one without looking up from the screens. "Thanks, Alfred." She took a bite, tasting the butter melt on her tongue while her mind chewed on the information she had. It was frustrating. No history, no connections, no known affiliations. Just a name and an unknown symbol. "Let's see if there is any information on this symbol of his."

She pulled up the search engine and saw the big screen saying 'Search Is Invalid'.

"Oh, son of a bitch. We have zero freaking leads. His like the thin air just spits him out." Barbara spoke in frustration.

"Patience, Miss Gordon. Gotham has a way of revealing its secrets in due time." Alfred's voice was calm, his British accent soothing in the tension-filled room.

Barbara knew he was right. Gotham had a rhythm, a pattern of chaos that she had learned to navigate. But ISO was a wildcard, a variable she hadn't anticipated. Her eyes narrowed as she continued to scan the screens. There had to be something, some breadcrumb to follow.

The night grew colder, and the Tower's clock chimed the late hour. Barbara's eyes burned from staring at the monitors, but she didn't dare to take a break. Every minute that passed was another minute that ISO could be out there, claiming more lives in the name of justice. Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a message from Dick, checking in.

"Barbs, you okay?."

Barbara looked up from the screens to see a concerned Dick Grayson, Nightwing, who is in his own lair in Bludhaven. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of distress.

"Just trying to piece together who this ISO guy is," she replied, gesturing to the monitors. "It's like he's a ghost. No history, no trace."

Dick strode over, his cape fluttering behind him. "Let me help," he offered, his eyes scanning the data on his end.

"No thanks. You got your hands full over there in Bludhaven." said Barbara.

Dick nodded, understanding her need for solitude at this moment. "But if you need anything, you know where to find me. Remember. You are not Bruce."

Barbara nodded, taking his words to heart. Dick had always been the voice of reason in the chaos of their lives. He knew how much pressure she put on herself to live up to the legacy of the Bat Family. But she also knew that she had to find her own way, even if it meant making some tough decisions.

"Thanks, Nightwing," Barbara said, her voice steady. "But I've got to handle this one on my own."

With renewed determination, Barbara dove back into the data. Hours ticked by, the only sounds in the Tower were the clacking of her keyboard and the occasional sizzle of the monitors. The city slept restlessly below, but she knew that somewhere out there, ISO was likely preparing for his next move. Her stomach rumbled, but she ignored it, her focus unwavering. It was the faint smell of Alfred's brewing coffee that finally drew her out of her concentration. She glanced at the time, realizing that the sun would be rising soon. Stretching her stiff muscles, she walked over to the kitchen area, where Alfred was already setting out breakfast.

"You've been at it all night," Alfred said gently. "You need to eat and rest, Barbara."

Barbara nodded, rubbing her eyes. "I know, but there's something about this ISO that's just not adding up. I can't shake the feeling that he's more dangerous than we think."

Alfred handed her a plate of eggs and toast. "Miss Gordon, we've faced many dangerous individuals over the years. This one is no different. Besides, you're not alone. The Bat Family is here to support you."

Barbara took a bite of the eggs, the warmth spreading through her. "But that's just it, Alfred. We're not dealing with a typical villain. This guy is playing the hero, and he's doing it by breaking the very rules we've set to keep Gotham in check."

Alfred sighed, pouring her a cup of coffee. "True, but rules can be bent, Miss Gordon. Sometimes, it's necessary to get the job done."

Barbara looked at him, the words echoing in her mind. She knew he was right, but the thought of compromise didn't sit well with her. "But where do we draw the line, Alfred?. If we start killing, we're no better than them. That is what Bruce told me the day he welcomed me into his world."

Alfred nodded solemnly. "And it's a line we mustn't cross. But," he added, "Sometimes understanding the enemy requires walking a fine line ourselves."

Barbara took a sip of her coffee, the warmth spreading through her. She knew that Alfred was right. To stop ISO, she might have to get her hands dirty. But not in the way he did.

"Let's not jump to conclusions, Alfred. We need to find another way." She took a seat at the kitchen table, the heavy burden of her mission weighing on her shoulders. "When will Bruce be back home after he is done with the Justice League?."

"Master Bruce should return tomorrow evening," Alfred said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Perhaps a discussion with him will offer some insight."

Barbara nodded, feeling a small measure of relief. "Yeah, maybe he'll have some ideas on how to deal with this new player."

The sun had just started to peek over the horizon by the time Barbara finished her breakfast. The city of Gotham was slowly waking up to face another day of chaos and uncertainty. She knew she had to be out there, watching, waiting for ISO to make his next move. As for CJ, he was sitting down on his couch watching a Harry Potter marathon while drinking his bottle of water. Last night was a game changer. With the bonded aid from Lola, he was dishing out justice in the streets of Gotham with such ease and becoming a somewhat one person army.

"I hacked GCPD's criminal file hours ago. Ready to see them?." Lola asked.

"By all means." CJ took another sip of his water.

Lola displayed the hologram in CJ's eyes like seeing them in a virtual format. CJ sees tons of files and wants to be specific. Individuals that made the opposite of positive impact to Gotham City and her people as a whole.

"Take me to the Arkham Asylum criminal records. Random will be fine." said CJ.

Lola quickly shifted through the files and pulled up a name: Oswald Cobblepot, also known as the Penguin. "Here we have one of Gotham's finest," she said, her echoing voice dripping with sarcasm.

CJ studied the file. "The Penguin?. He's a small fry. What's the point of taking him down?."

"Every fish counts in the sea of Gotham's crime, CJ," Lola responded. "But more importantly, he might have information on the bigger players. Or better yet, a way to lure them out."

"He will be at the bottom of our barrel. Next file." spoke CJ, taking another sip of his water.

"Harley Quinn." Lola pulled up a picture of the woman. "She's a wild card. Unpredictable, but she has ties to the Joker and the Suicide Squad. Taking her down could be a big win for us."

CJ nodded, the wheels turning in his head. "I've heard of her. But she's a bit too crazy for my taste. What's her deal?."

"Dr. Harleen Quinzel was once a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum before falling in love with the Joker," Lola began, her tone a mix of fascination and disdain. "Her obsession with him led her to become his accomplice and one of Gotham's most infamous villains."

"She was supposed to help the mentally ill. Not catch it. Is she...a pedophile?." CJ asked as he just hates those types of crooks.

"No, CJ. She's just...misguided and very delusional," Lola corrected him. "Her love for the Joker has twisted her mind. But she does have a soft spot for the children."

CJ leaned back, considering the information. "Alright, she is not a sick pedo woman. What about that plant lady?. What's her name?."

"Ivy. Poison Ivy." Lola showed CJ the picture and information of the woman.

"Ah, yes. The green-thumbed villainess." CJ nodded, taking in her file. "What's her MO?."

"Dr. Pamela Isley, or Poison Ivy, uses her botanical powers to control plants and people. She's an eco-terrorist with a vendetta against anyone who harms nature," Lola said, her voice a symphony of data points. "Further in my personal search and accurate data, she is also known to have a... complicated relationship with Batman."

CJ raised an eyebrow. "Complicated?. How complicated?."

"Let's just say she's got a bit of a crush on him but never admit it or put her love life first besides plants." Lola replied with a hint of amusement. "But don't let that fool you. She's deadly and incredibly cunning."

CJ chuckled. "So she's a plant whisperer with a crush on the Bat. Sounds like a soap opera. Speaking about Batman. Show me a good picture of him. No one can seem to get a good photo shot of the Dark Knight."

Lola's holographic screens flickered and a high-resolution image of Batman appeared. He was in mid-air, cape billowing dramatically as he dove towards a group of fleeing thugs. "This is the best I could find," she said. "He's quite elusive when it comes to photography."

CJ leaned in, studying the picture with interest. "He's like a ghost. You never know where he'll show up next. Plus, just by looking at him, I know this man never had pussy in his life. Whoever he is behind the mask, he should be getting some."

Lola chuckled, her holographic form flickering slightly. "Batman's personal life is hardly our concern right now, CJ. We need to focus on the task at hand."

CJ nodded, setting his water bottle aside. "You're right, Lola. Let's stick to the plan. Who else do we have on the list?."

"Well, there's the Riddler," Lola suggested, displaying a mugshot of Edward Nigma. "He's a master of puzzles and riddles. He might be a challenge, but taking him down would certainly make an impact."

CJ leaned forward, scrutinizing the image. "Hmm, he's got brains, but is he really a threat to Gotham?."

"He's more of an annoyance than a real threat," Lola admitted. "But he's smart, and he loves the attention. If we can outwit him, it'll send a message to the others."

CJ nodded before reading more details. Lola showed him every single person on that list from Two-Face to Bane. Finally she pulled up the individual that is a painful plague to Gotham and has been a dangerous one since day one. The Joker.

"Now, he is a must kill. Batman has been fooling around with this clown and never finishes the job." CJ got serious. "The Joker is well the most talked about criminal when I was moving around in different states. He is a monster."

"Indeed, The Joker is quite the... entertainer," Lola said, her voice tinged with caution. "But he's also incredibly unpredictable and dangerous. He has no moral compass, no fear, and no limits to what he's willing to do."

"Everyone has fear, including him." CJ began to think back on who he should make a move next. Then it hit him. "What do you have on Batgirl?."

"She's not a criminal. Wait. Wait, I get it. You're starting to have a crush on her." Lola chuckled. "All because she saved your ass from getting shot. How cute."

CJ tried to fight the blush that dared to form. "No, it is not that. I just wanted her to be informed and be my little messenger to Batman, and let him know to stay out of my way or else."

"Hmmm, ok. You do know that I know you are halfway lying about your intentions?. After all, we are a shared bond." spoke Lola.

This new mysterious vigilante motivated Barbara to call out from GCPD and stayed at the Clock Tower trying to solve this mystery. She told her father that she did not feel good today and lied about how she might have caught the stomach virus from CJ. She was all over the computer trying to find clues to the meaning of the name and symbol of the new vigilante. She sat both tiredly and irritated as she really wished she has the answers that she was seeking.

"Damn it all." Barbara spoke right when rubbing her face with her gloved hands. "This guy has one hell of a creative imagination when it comes to creating an alter ego."

The clock tower room was filled with the smell of burnt coffee and the faint scent of a thousands of books, a testament to the long hours Barbara had spent scouring the internet and her hacking her father's personal archives for any sign that points to a possible lead to the new vigilant. The flickering screen of the computer cast a pale glow over the piles of paper and discarded cups that littered the floor. Her eyes burned from staring at the screen for hours, but she couldn't tear herself away from the tantalizing puzzle laid out before her.

"Wish that Alfred didn't leave back to the mansion." Barbara looked at her mess she made. "Boy, I can be a sloppy woman when I am not trying."

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ding of her computer, alerting her to a new email. She leaned forward eagerly, her heart racing. It was a message from an anonymous sender, the subject line reading 'ISO'. The name sent a shiver down her spine. Could this be the break she'd been waiting for?. She clicked and sees it pulling up a QR code.

Barbara's eyes narrowed as she studied the code. It wasn't uncommon for her to receive encrypted messages, but this was different. This was something she hadn't seen before. With a deep breath, she scanned the code with a decoder app on her phone. It resulted in showing her a word puzzle with the vigilant's symbol at the bottom. The question for the word says, 'Who is Gotham's Newest and True Hope?.' She knew the answer was staring at her, but she couldn't piece it together.

Her mind raced as she looked around the cluttered room, the shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering screen. The puzzle was taunting her, and she could feel the frustration bubbling up inside. She stood and paced the floor, her boots echoing on the cold cobblestone. "Think, Barbara. Think!." she murmured to herself.

Barbara looked at the three empty boxes for just a quick second until it hit her. "ISO."

She typed in and hit enter it. The screen started loading for a few seconds before popping up a moving galaxy themed background while what stood in front of it was a question. 'Are-You-Eager-To-Know-Who-I-Am?.' She rolled her eyes and typed 'Yes' with haste. The screen went blank for just a second and then popped up another word puzzle with the question, 'Who Has Dropped The Expectations Of The People of Gotham?'.

"Well, shit, he likes word crossing." Barbara started to think about the answer. "Who has dropped the expectations of the people of Gotham?."

Her thoughts swirled around the corrupt politicians, the failing justice system, and the criminals that plagued the streets. But she knew it was none of them. It had to be someone closer to home, someone who was once looked up to, but had since fallen from grace.

The answer came to her in a flash, and she typed in 'The-Mayor' with trembling fingers. The screen told her wrong and asked her to retry again. This has frustrate the fuck out of Barbara to the point she just wantes to call it quits.

Barbara slammed her fist down on the desk. "Think, think, think!." The room was silent except for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner and the Clock Tower itself. She gave it one last thought and hoped she was wrong.

She typed the words, 'The Bat Family', and sees the screen changing to the next thing. Barbara can already see that this guy is catching beef with them. The screen takes her back to the galaxy themed screen and sees a new question. 'Do You Want To Know Who The People of Gotham's Puts Its Life and Trust In?.'

Barbara rolled her eyes. "This is getting fucking ridiculous. He's playing mind games." But she felt a strange compulsion to continue.

The words 'The-Bat-Man' filled the screen, and she could feel the anger in her chest rising. She knew it wasn't the right answer, but she had to admit, the Dark Knight had been a symbol of hope for many. Yet, with the chaos that had been unfolding in the city, even that hope had been shaken. She deleted the words and typed in 'The-Vigilant-Unknown'. The screen continued to move forward and got her attention big time. The screen asked her this one good question. 'Do You Want To Meet Me, One on One Tonight?.'

"Of course I do." Barbara typed her answer.

As a result the screen pulled up a location pinpoint in Gotham. She looked at it to see where exactly she was going to meet up with the vigilante that is known as ISO. Looking at the screen real good before transferring it to the BatComputer, Barbara sees the location being on Lady Gotham Island.

"Found him." Barabra got up to go prepare herself for tonight. "I should inform the others. But…he wants it to be one on one."

Deciding to at least show ISO the act of trust, Barbara will just inform Bruce, Tim, and Alfred about this once the meeting between herself and ISO is complete. Waiting for it to become nightfall before exiting out from the Clock Tower to call the Batwing. Flying through the skies until seeing the marvelous island before ejecting herself right out of the ship. Shooting straight down before getting a good measurement in spreading out her cape to glide right on top of the statue holding the object. Upon landing down to the desired spot she then sees the one she has been looking forward to meeting.

CJ, who is pacing back and forth, stopped to look at Batgirl. He can't keep his eyes off her figure. She looked so sexy and hot to CJ, that he couldn't not believe that any woman could make him have actual interest in her. Barbara, who put her hand on her hip while giving that 'I'm not impressed' facial expression, is only fooling putting on a show. But really she was all the way turned on. Her eyes were like an hungry hawk looking for food were eying upon the sight of his nice built biceps that is easily seen on his suit. She just can not stop herself from undressing him with her own eyes. This man has just officially made her ass a pervert which she is not ashamed about it surprisingly.

"So…you are finally here." CJ tilted his head. "Did you enjoy my little QR code that I sent you?."

"It was bittersweet." Barbara approached him with utter caution. "I did not like the part of you making a jab punch on me and my family."

"Aw, don't get your bat panties in a bunch." CJ started circling around her while she stood still. "I am just telling the truth here. The innocent people of Gotham need and deserve non-stop security of keeping their streets safe and their lives intact."

"What do you think myself, Batman, and Robin have been during all this time?." Barbara questions while feeling her heart beating when keeping locked eyes on him.

CJ continued to walk around her. "Simple. You three have been careless and not doing what needs to be done for the sake of Gotham. Dressing up every night and taking out lunatics and so on, while doing the same process over and over again. Spoiler, it is the same exact people you have been beating their asses."

"Oh?." Barbara tilted her head at him once he stopped walking circles around her. She had that look of interest. "You think that you can do better and why?."

CJ tried to fight temptation from looking at her nice chest. "Unlike you and your little sorry ass family, I truly give a motherfucking damn about this city and its natives. The cure of stopping crime is through execution. If these people continue to do what leads them to get their asses handed to them by you guys and have them sitting in a cell for some time, then there truly is no point in doing the deed. As for me, I encounter those individuals once and only once. I have made a wonderful prime example through the Black Eyed cartel."

"Yeah, I saw your little handy work." said Barbara, crossing her arms. "Still it was wrong. Actual justice and reformation can turn these people into honest day people."

"And look how that worked." CJ threw his arm up to make a point. "You tried that with Two-Face, Penguin, Poison Ivy, and the list goes on and on and on. All have one thing coming. They never pass the program to get their sane certificate along with dropping crime altogether."

Barbara bit the inside of her cheek in upsetness. "We have no right to take lives. We will be no different than them."

CJ chuckled to Barbara's confusion. "You have reminded me of a woman that I know. She is a naive dumbass."

Barbara chuckled back. "Funny, I was thinking about you reminding me of a man that I know. He is a straight up asshole."

CJ nodded. "I like him already."

"And I like the woman that you have mentioned not too long ago." said Barbara.

Lola rolled her eyes when hearing them talk. Not knowing that this symbiote has easily already broken the code on who Batgirl's secret identity once she had scanned that QR code on her phone, as Lola did use it as a hack into her sensitive information. She wants to inform him of what she has gathered but decides to let CJ figure it out on his own, as a way of making it her own personal amusement. Barbara was trying her best to negotiate in trying to make ISO turn away from his ways but is failing. CJ just can't stop investing his focus on Batgirl. The way she looks, talks, and moves just makes him very excited in his pants to his dismay.

Barbara caught the sight in front of her and felt her own womanhood going wet. "Looks like I helped set up that tent of yours down there."

CJ, using the key scent of Wolverine, sniffed the air and chuckled. "And it looks as if I have found fresh special water out from the moist well."

Confused, Barbara tried to figure out what he meant by that until she remembered her pre-wetness and blushed.

"The night is slowly burning and I want to do some things before calling it a morning." CJ got closer to Batgirl's personal space. "I am giving you and let alone letting you pass the message to Batman and Robin. Stay out of my way or there will be reckoning."

Barabra looked at ISO in utter seriousness. "I will make sure to give it to them. Let alone be ready for the response that we are soon about to give to you in the near future. Assuming you already know what Batman is going to say."

"I welcome it. Catch you later, Batgirl." said CJ.

Barabra watched him about to fly out until she spoke up. "Wait. Tell me something. What does your name and symbol mean?. I can not figure out what it is regardless of the full access of what I use for resources."

CJ looked at Barbara before a brief second and spoke. "ISO means equal and become one. As for my symbol it means the representation of my name and symbolizes the main desired prize of the Contest."

Before Barbara could ask any further he disappeared into sight. "Damn, now he is copying our dramatic exit."

"Batgirl."

Barbara automatically knows who that voice belongs to and immediately responds. "Hello, Batman. Home at last I see. Where are you?."

"I'm heading to GCPD with Robin. Get here as soon as possible. The Joker and Harley have just escaped from Arkham." said Bruce.

"I will be on the way, over and out." said Barabra, letting go of her commlink button. She sighed. "Now, I wish that I had spent that sunlight time in bed. Oh, fuck me in my virgin ass and virgin vagina."

Barbara called the Batwing to come get her off the island and go head on over to GCPD where Batman and Robin are waiting for her and her father. Now, The Joker of all people has managed to escape from Arkham Asylum and is who knows where, which means that Gotham is on high alert. As for CJ, Lola gave him a lead as to find the Black Eyed cartel's rival cartel and make quick work with them before getting in on the whole Joker and Harleen escape.

"Tonight's just keeps getting better and better." said CJ, while gliding.

"I know and I am fucking loving every single bit of this shit, CJ." said Lola.

(A/N): Hope you guys have enjoyed this long awaited chapter as I did. Man, this is getting good as this story progresses. I have so many plans in the future for this story, and I can not wait to share it with the rest of you. Thanks for reading and looking forward to hearing your thoughts in the review box. See you all in the next chapter. Yowie Wowie!.