"Her suit looked identical to mine!" Terry exclaims.

"Which could mean she might be someone who's been close to Batman repeatedly if she made the suit herself, or she has someone that knows a lot about you," Bruce says, typing on the bat computer to call a certain someone. "And I might just know who that someone is."

Barbara's face appears on the screen after a few rings. "To what do I owe the pleasure of you calling me for, Bruce?"

"You know exactly why I'm calling you."

"Bruce, I never know what you could be calling me for. I may be a good detective, but there's nobody in the world that could read you. That's why they called you the greatest detective."

His eyes narrow. "Batwoman."

"Batwoman? Haven't heard that name in a long time," Barbara muses. "I was recently informed that dear old Kate is dead. Did you know that?"

"Yes, I was informed when it happened."

"And you didn't care to tell me? That's a bit selfish, don't you think?"

"Sorry, thought you would've been told."

"No matter. Why do you bring her up? I'm currently busy with an investigation, so if this isn't important, I need to go."

"There's a new vigilante out there who calls herself Batwoman," Terry says. "Has the same exact suit as mine except purple instead of red."

Barbara blinks in shock. "What?"

"You heard what he said."

"Great just what we need another crazy person who thinks they can be a bat," Barbara sighs in annoyance, rubbing her temples. She looks up, hearing knocking. "Listen, we'll talk more about this later. I seriously have to go." The call is quickly ended.

"She seemed in a rush," Terry says.

"She is the chief of police," Bruce replies, propping up his elbows on the table and intertwining his fingers before leaning his chin on top.

"Well, that was a dead end. What was even the point in calling her? She didn't know anything."

"Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't," Bruce says, still staring at the blank screen. "Barbara has always been an amazing liar. Has to be when she could be suspected to be Batgirl at any moment. We all had to be able to pass a lying test without being suspicious."

"Just cause she used to be Batgirl? How would that make her a suspect in knowing about Batwoman?"

"It's possible that she made the suit. If that's true, it's likely increasingly better than your own."

"Guess we'll just have to get more information on this Batwoman then once I see her again."

"Seems so."

~~~

Xia makes her way to Barbara's office, knocking on the window before entering.

"I seriously have to go."

"Who you talking to?" Xia asks, shutting the window after climbing inside.

"An annoyance. You didn't tell me you went out as Batwoman."

"Didn't know I needed to report myself to you," Xia scoffs, moving in front of Barbara's desk and falling back sideways into one of the chairs there. Her legs drape off the side as her head leans on the other. She closes her eyes. Ami moves and sits on the other chair which Barbara is quick to notice the sudden indent with no one there.

"Batman is already suspicious that I'm involved."

"So you were talking with the two Batmans. You know who they are?"

"Are you really that surprised?"

"No, I expected it. I don't really care. Also don't really care who they really are. Not like I'll know the old geezer anyway along with his untrained son or grandson or whoever got the title."

"You really don't care who they are?"

"Nope. I have no interest in knowing. Though, if I wanted to, I could easily find out who they are in probably an hour maybe less."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"And if you do know them?"

She shrugs. "I guess that depends on if that's true or not."

"How'd you encounter Batman?"

"He caught me as I was leaving after taking down some bank robbers. He tried to attack me and everything! So rood."

"Why are you here anyway?"

"I was bored, so I came to bother you. I couldn't find GGB, and Terry wasn't answering his phone. Chelsea is on a date. Max is more of Terry's friend than mine. There's only so much of hanging around Alfred and GGB's parents I can take without going insane."

"D-Did you just say, Alfred?"

"Yup, he hangs around the manor, cleaning what he can."

Barbara chuckles. "Of course he is."

"He's been getting stronger with me around. He's able to lift things up now."

Barbara shakes her head with an amused smile. "Even in death, that man still takes care of Bruce."

"Yeah, his parents said they won't leave until Bruce goes with them."

The phone on Barbara's desk interrupts her reply. She quickly answers it. "What's the emergency?"

"The deal is going down tonight. We've gathered and planned everything we need to take down this drug ring."

"Finally, 12 months of this. Finally it will all be over," she says, glancing at Xia. "We also have a little extra help this time."

"Who?"

"Not your concern."

"Okay, the deal is at 10:30 tonight. I'll get everyone together. You meet us at the meet up spot and bring your added help."

"See you tonight," Barbara says, hanging up.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Backup."

"Backup? I can do more than backup!"

"You wait outside the building we will disappear in just in case they manage to escape for some reason. Only then can you attack."

Xia groans in annoyance. "Fine."

Barbara pulls out a file, passing it to her. "These are the criminals we're after. Get their faces memorized for tonight. We have a few officers in disguise. Don't get them mixed up. Also Saturday night, my husband is running for re-election for district attorney and will be talking in front of some officials and the public. I want you there to intervene if someone decides to attack."

"What am I, your puppet?"

"I can take the suit back."

"I'd like to see you try," Xia scoffs, reading over the files.

"Just be there."

"Yeah, yeah." She closes the file, sliding it back to Barbara. "Where are we meeting tonight?"

~~~

A large truck comes into view along with the drug dealers. Everyone disappears inside. Batwoman drops down from her perch to the street right outside the large doors they went into.

It's quiet inside the building for a few minutes before explosions and gun shots go off. The door eventually opens and out race the drug dealers in a fancy red car as police shoot at them from behind. They're heading straight for Batwoman.

She smirks, raising her fists up and smashing them down on the hood of the car. The car flips over her and throws out the four men inside of it. Batwoman shoots a batbola to keep them in place. She swiftly knocks the two remaining conscious unconscious, lifting them over her shoulder and dumping them in front of the police.

"You lose this?"

Barbara walks through the crowd, looking at Batman.

"He blew the whole sting, commissioner," a blond man, who's wrapped in one of Batman's bolas, huffs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Batman apologizes for his mistake.

"Sorry doesn't begin to cut it," Barbara scolds. Thunder rumbles behind her as she turns to Batwoman. "At least someone has a brain on their head and waited till they knew more about the situation. Batwoman I assume?"

"Correct."

"Thank you for capturing these men. We've been trying to catch them for over a year."

"I was at the right place at the right time. Nothing more," she says and salutes before blasting away.

~~~

"I heard some mistakes were made," Bruce's voice rings out.

"Ah, GGB!" Xia calls out, entering the room. "There you are I—Oh, didn't know you had a guest." She looks to Barbara. "Ah, you're the commissioner, right?"

"I am."

"Xiara," Bruce grunts.

"Yeah?"

"We're in the middle of something."

"Oh, right. I'll just go then," Xia says. "I'm gonna head out for a ride then."

"Don't cause any trouble."

"I could say the same to you," she retorts, looking at Barbara with a smirk. "Remember now, commissioner, you are married."

"I'm aware."

"Just making sure. Don't have any fun you two," she comments as she leaves the room for the garage.

"So, who was that?" Barbara asks a bit annoyed.

"Take a guess," Bruce replies.

"Her hair is like Jason's."

"She's his granddaughter. Her hair is genetically that way. Her brother's is also the same."

~~~

It's Saturday night. Batwoman was in camouflage mode, standing in the corner closest to the stage.

"In the last four years, under my husband's leadership, the DA's office has put nine organized crime chiefs behind bars, initiated a no tolerance policy on unregistered guns, and reduced the plea bargain ratio of violent offenders, keeping them off the streets and in prison, where they belong."

The crowd applauds.

Batwoman decides to sniff the air for any familiar scents, catching Mad Stan's familiar smell and explosives on the walls. She makes herself known, walking up on stage and making people gasp.

"Batwoman?" Barbara says confused.

"Mad Stan," she replies, looking up at the chandelier above them to find the man. "Everyone get back!"

She shoots a batarang at the rope holding up the chandelier, causing it to come crashing down and disorienting Mad Stan. The people scream and run off as the chandelier falls.

Mad Stan stands up discombobulated. "The whole political system is corrupt!" He moves to press a button before anyone can move and each door to the room is blown, blocking everyone from an escape. "Money! That's what it's all about man, and I'm gonna stop it! Take out all the big money in one big blast!" He raises a hand, prepared to press another trigger button only for Batman to lodge an electric batarang, electrocuting Stan and short circuiting the trigger.

Batwoman moves and uppercuts his jaw, knocking him into the wall behind. "I have this handled! What're you doing here?"

"Had a lead on Stan."

"You should've taken him down before all this happened then," she complains, ripping off his vest and cutting the wires on his person to not set off anymore bombs. "I'll let you finish him off. I'll help people get out of here before the ceiling collapses."

"Yeah."

She heads over to the group of scared people. "Alright, gather up. I'm getting you out of here." She moves over to a large empty wall and smashes through it, giving outside access. "Alright, get outta here!"

They all rush out once she's outta the way. "Thank you!"

Batwoman makes her way to follow after Batman, finding Barbara shooting at him. "What are you doing?! He's the good guy!"

Batman jumps off the edge and flies off.

"Go get him! He just killed Mad Stan!"

She looks at Stan then around the room. "I... smell another scent. It's unfamiliar. It's new, but it's not here anymore."

"You need to go out and help us capture Batman."

She lazily salutes, blasting off after him.

~~~

Terry is currently residing at Max's place to stay hidden from the cops.

"I think we should pay Mad Stan a visit," Bruce tells Terry over the phone. "I also believe you should get Batwoman on your side if you can."

"What?! How am I supposed to do that? I'm sure she's already working with the cops on this one."

"Convince her."

He scoffs as he hangs up the phone.

"What is it?" Max asks.

"He wants me to try and get Batwoman to help me."

"Batwoman? There's a Batwoman?"

"She's new. We don't know who she is."

"Tell me all about it when this is over," Max says. "You should go."

~~~

Batwoman sits on the edge of a building, tired of searching for Batman. "Maybe Babs will give up if I wait here long enough." She swings her legs back and forth as Ami swirls around in front of her.

Batman lands behind her. "Found you."

"Wow, didn't think the person I was searching for was gonna find me. I would've given up looking for you hours ago."

"I need your help."

She leans back on her palms, tilting her head back to look at him. "Why would I help a murderer?"

"I didn't kill Stan."

"And how am I supposed to believe you, hotstuff?"

"I didn't kill him. I'm looking into it. The security camera had interference in the recording. I'm working on cleaning it up to see what really happened. I don't know why the commish saw me kill Stan."

Batwoman tilts her head, looking at Ami. She lightly jerks her head in Batman's direction, giving Ami the go ahead to see if he's telling the truth or not. The ghost girl looks to his soul to see it unwavering. "Not lying..."

"Okay, I believe you. What do you want help with?"

"Wait, just like that, you believe me?"

"Your soul didn't waver," she replies, standing up with a sigh. "This is gonna be a long night."

"What's that whole soul thing supposed to mean?"

"I can read people's souls to see if they're lying or not. So, what is your next move?"

"I was planning to go to the morgue to check on Mad Stan's body to see if it'll give me any clues to see what happened."

"Good idea."

"Follow me," he says, running to the ledge and blasting off.

She follows suit. "I know where the morgue is. I live here too."

"If we're going to chat, how about you tell me about yourself?" Batman asks.

"What do you wanna know, hotstuff?"

"Where you got your tech for one. It's identical to mine but slightly different. More advanced and purple."

"That's something I'll keep to myself."

"How about your fighting skills?"

"Runs in the family," she replies. "I've been fighting ever since I was born. It's molded me into a badass. What about you?"

"Street fights."

"That explains a lot."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means your fighting form is awful. The only reason you've made it this far is luck and your suit protecting you."

"Whatever."

The two land on the roof.

Batman heads over to the door, finding it locked and not budging. He moves over to the vent instead.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Wait a second, Mr. Impatient. We're going through the door. Going through the vent is going to cause more damage than necessary."

"The door is locked. We can't get in that way."

"Watch and learn, kid," she says, moving over to the door.

She glances at Ami to phase through the door to open it. Ami phases through the door as Batwoman begins to jiggle the door.

"I already did that. It didn't wor–"

The door opens, and Batwoman turns to him with a smug smile. "You were saying?"

He scoffs. "I loosened it up for you."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Batwoman shrugs, gesturing for him to go in first. "You first, your royal pain in the ass."

He rolls his eyes. "Like you have room to talk."

They enter.

"See much better."

He once again rolls his eyes as he moves his hand up to his ears. "I'm in." He listens to the response. "We need to find room B-15."

"God... this place stinks," Batwoman complains as they silently move around.

They find the room, finding the door once again locked.

"It's locked." This time though, Batman used a device to open it without setting off any alarms.

They enter the room. Batwoman cringes from the smell as Batman gets overwhelmed with all the jars full of different organs. He backs away and ends up scaring himself by bumping into a fake skeleton.

Batwoman laughs at the look on his face. "Scared?"

"Ugh," he grunts. "No, creepy."

"So, your little guy in the chair know which capsule Mad Stan is in?" Batwoman asks.

"Row double J, number 6."

He finds it, bringing a ladder over to go up to it.

"Aren't these capsules a little small for the size of Mad Stan?" Batwoman questions.

Batman presses on a button. "They haven't done the autopsy yet."

Batwoman freezes, catching a familiar scent as Batman opens the capsule while talking to his speaker dude.

"Batman, we aren't alone," she speaks up.

"What do you mean?"

She sniffs the air. "We aren't the only ones in here!"

"What?!"

The alarm begins to go off.

"We're being fucked with!" she huffs as they run out the building. "Wait, we can't go back to the roof! The police are outside."

"How do you know that?"

"I can smell them approaching. We need to go a different way."

"Which way do you suggest then?! The whole place is surrounded!"

She pulls him into a nearby room. "Turn on your camouflage mode and we'll exit out the window together. We need to wait out a little longer till the video is done, correct? We just need to evade the cops until then."

He sighs. "Fine."

They open the window, becoming invisible and manage to get by the cops without them noticing.

"Follow me, turn on your frequency scan."

"Where are we going?" he asks.

She turns and smirks at him. "To the police station."

"What?! Why?!"

"I want to play a little joke to gather his attention."

"Who's?"

"The man that's behind all this."

"You know who it is?" Batman asks.

"No, but I know his scent."

"How do you suggest we get his attention?"

"Gonna be a bit old school there," she chuckles. "You'll see what I mean when we get there. I'm sure your buddy, the original Batman, will enjoy it. How much longer till the video is done?"

He listens to what the OG Batman tells him. "About 20 more minutes."

"Perfect."

The two make their way over to the police station, landing on the roof. She makes her way over to a corner of the roof, looking around.

"What are you looking for?" he asks.

She pulls the giant spotlight with a tarp out, tugging the tarp off at the same time. "This. Video done?"

"3 mins."

"Alright, let's see if this retro bad boy works," she says, plugging it in and turning it on. It flickers weakly but stays off. "Darn." She kicks it before getting down to fix it properly. It turns on. "Now all that's left is this." She whips out a batarang and sets it in the middle of the spotlight. "Batsignal." She flickers the light to draw attention to it.

"Wow."

"Now, I'm going to turn invisible and nab the guy while all eyes are on you, okay?"

"Gee, thanks."

"No problem," she winks and turns the nob on her belt to become invisible.

The police quickly arrive on the roof, surrounding Batman.

"You're surrounded, Batman. There's no where to run," Barbara says, holding up her gun. "Surrender, and turn yourself in."

Batman holds his hands up high. "I surrender. Arrest me."

"No tricks! You hear me!" she shouts.

"Loud and clear," he answers. "Any day now, Batwoman..."

"Gotcha ya bastard!" Batwoman shouts, sending an electric net at the invisible being.

The villain screams in pain as he becomes visible and the ball he was holding shattering.

"Spellbinder?" Barbara gasps.

"Didn't know you had a shadow, did you commissioner?" Batman huffs, putting his arms down and walking up beside Batwoman who becomes visible.

"He was there at the garage with the two of you," Batwoman says.

"He used his powers to create an illusion," Batman says.

"That's why I saw you kill Mad Stan," Barbara says.

The electricity stops flowing in the net. The police take it off, getting Spellbinder cuffed. They lift him to stand.

"But I didn't. I wouldn't," Batman says, stepping up closer to her.

"You were so ready to believe the worst," Spellbinder taunts. "It was easy."

"Lock him up," Barbara basically growls and watches as they take him into the station. She looks to Batman. "Sorry, kid. I guess I blew it."

He smiles. "I've been there." He spreads his wings out, glancing at Batwoman for a second before blasting off.

"So, you two are working together now?" Barbara asks.

"I don't know. This was likely a one time thing," Batwoman replies and sighs. "I think he wanted me to follow him. I'll probably tell you about it later. See ya." She spreads out her wings and follows to where she saw him disappear to.

He flashes a light to catch her attention and follows it to a roof top. She lands in front of him.

"I wanted to say thanks. You know, for believing me."

"I already told you. You didn't lie. That's enough for me to know."

"Yeah, the whole 'my soul didn't waver' thing. You didn't really explain on that."

"I don't have to explain myself to you, but if you must know. I have powers."

"I think that's a bit obvious now. Acute awareness, super strength, and enhanced sense of smell and hearing. I can only assume your other senses are enhanced too."

"Wow, look at you using your big boy brain."

He sighs. "So, is this going to be a common thing? Us working together?"

"If you want to, I wouldn't mind." She unclips a communicator from her belt and tosses it to him. "You can get in contact with me with that. Don't worry, it's not traced or anything. I'm not interested in learning who you are like you are with me. I'm most likely not going to tell you who I am for a long time, so don't betray my trust by trying to find out who I am."

"Got it."

"Also, I'm going to train you to properly fight." She salutes, falling off the edge of the building before blasting away.

"Wow," he mutters to himself.

"I'm getting Damian to train you too," Bruce says.