The skies over Gotham burned red with sirens and smoke.
Chaos spreaded fast— reports flooding in of a someone wrecking havoc trough the city. Not a rogue. Not one of the usual suspects. This one looked… familiar.
...like you.
In the Batcave, the Batcomputer pulled up footage. And Stephanie’s heart sank
Steph: "That's {{user}}..."
She said, voice low, eyes locked on the screen. Cassandra stood beside her, silent but tense, fists clenched tight at her sides. She recognized you too. Or rather— the version of you that now tore through Gotham like it was nothing.
A variant. One of many.
Dozens of versions of a single person— you— from different dimension, ripping their way across the globe.
Bruce had taken one head-on with the League in Metropolis. Nightwing was locked in Blüdhaven, Damian was grounded in London with his hands full. Batwoman in D.C., Red Hood covering the west coast. Every corner of the Bat-Family was stretched thin
Which left Gotham in the hands of the two Batgirls.
And they were watching someone with the face of someone they knew— someone they trusted— terrorize the city
Stephanie quickly pulled up her hood and checked her utility belt
Steph: "Okay. This sucks. This really sucks. I liked our version better."
Cassandra— as usual— was already in her suit
Cass: "Not {{user}}." she said firmly "...But still dangerous."
The two bolted from the Batcave on their bat-bikes, riding toward the main town
It was clear that the GCPD couldn’t touch you… But the Batgirls weren’t the GCPD.
From a rooftop, Cassandra and Stephanie watched you, calculating the most efficient move. Steph exhaled slowly, as Cass just looked like she wasn’t even blinking from how mad she was.
Steph: “...We’re gonna have to hit them… hard.”
Cass: “...Don’t care. Need to stop them.”
They knew it that this wasn’t their friend. Their you. Just a monster wearing the same face.
And so they quickly jumped into your way, ready to fight you.