NOTE: This came about while I was watching "Plague" for the first time. Heehee... Woo! *Under the influence of perfect fighting music AKA Mortal Kombat CD and sugar* Now, granted, the time period is VERY jacked up, but this is a pretty shway story, I must say. I can't believe I wrote something shway! And, as my faithful partner/sidekick, Jyhad, would say: Go me! OH! By the way, HIII JYHAD! Are those guys with the dresses still chasing you? Hell, you know what? I dedicated this story to thee. See?

Dedicated to:
Jyhad - My faithful partner no matter what. We may fight. We may blow each other's kneecaps out. But one thing that remains constant -- WE KNOW HOW TO RP!!! Love ya!



Complete Matches
By: Carmen Wayne

With quick, rapid steps, Curare ran as quickly as she could down the street of Metropolis. Her sword in hand, she ran into a monorail station. Behind her, with his Bo staff drawn, was the Stalker. He was bound and determined to catch her. People screamed and ran in all directions at the sight of the two. Curare did a flip and flew into a wall. She sprung off it and slammed into the approaching Stalker. They both crashed into the ground and he kicked her away. She skidded on the pavement, rolled and spun on her knees to face him, on guard.
"You are exceptionally good, my dear," he said, standing and spinning his staff quickly. "Unfortunately, you aren't good enough."
He ran towards her, swiping at her with the staff. She dodged each swing, trying to get him with her sword as well. She dropped to the ground, spun and tripped him. She sprung onto her hands and kicked him in the chest as he sat up, causing him fly back, into a wall. She leapt up onto her feet and ran for him. He threw a spark pellet into her face, blinding her. He took the moment to run and drop kick her to the ground. He brought his staff up, ready to stake her, but it shattered due to a laser.
"Hey!" a girl screamed, standing across the way.
Curare, her sight regained, looked at her, along with the Stalker. She had black hair and a golden tiara, as well as a blue leotard with red skirt and a red cape. On her chest was a golden 'S'.
"Supergirl, I presume," the Stalker said.
"Who are you?!" she demanded. "And why are you trying to kill each other?"
"It is far too complicated for a child like you to comprehend." He looked to Curare. "I will meet you in Gotham City."
He sprung away and jumped on top of an exiting monotrain. Curare took off and jumped over the gap after it left.
"Gotham?" Supergirl asked, curious. "What's so important in Gotham?"

Three Jokerz flew through a glass window into the streets of level 51 in front of reporters and cops. More ran out the door. One ran to an old woman in a trench coat.
"He's-He's killin' us!!" he cried.
"Get this guy out of my sight!" she ordered.
"Yes, Commissioner Gordon!" cops responded, carrying him away.
Commissioner Barbara Gordon looked from him to the now visible scene inside the dance club. Inside, a man in all black with pointed ears on his mask and a red bat symbol battled a large, heavily armored man.

"I must say, Stan," Batman said. "You've out done yourself this time. Honestly! Hiring Jokerz to help you destroy people's lives was absolutely brilliant! Dumb, but brilliant!"
"Shut up, Batman!" Mad Stan yelled.
He ran and slammed a fist into Batman. Batman sailed across the room and went clear through the steel wall, into the street.
"I swear!" he yelled, leaping to his feet and turning to Barbara Gordon. "He must be like Bane's kid or-"
"Batman, look out!" she cried.
"Wha--?"
He spun around, just to be greeted by flames as the ground exploded in front of him. He sailed back and slammed into the front of a fire truck. He slid down and onto his knees.
"Are you okay?!" a guy cop exclaimed.
"Oh, oh, that was NOT smart, Stan!" Batman yelled, standing and walking past the cop as he held his ribs. "I *tried* to be nice! I TRIED to be patient! And it explodes in my face!" he yelled, wiping blood off his face.
"Whatcha gonna do about it?!" Stan challenged.
Barbara put a hand over her eyes and shook her head.
"Not smart, Mad Stan," she mumbled as Batman shot past on his jet boots.
After several crashes and flying debris, there was silence. Barbara looked up to see a wall had fallen on the two.
"Commissioner?" a cop asked, not sure what to do.
"Get them OUT of there!" she ordered. "Hurry!"
Cops ran to do so, but drew back as the rubble shifted. They aimed their laser guns, ready for Stan. Batman came out first, though, dragging Mad Stan behind him. He tossed Stan to the cops and walked to Barbara in a limp, wiping off his hands.
"Nothing like a wall falling on you to start the evening off right, eh Commish?" he asked, half grinning.
"Are you okay, kid?" she asked.
"Oh yeah. Peachy. Lets see, this lucky week started off with Inque, then the Stalker, and oh, we can't forget Spellbinder and Willy Watt... And Cynthia the synthoid... Now this! Couldn't be better! Now, if you'll excuse me."
He pushed a button on his utility belt. Seconds later, the batmobile was hovering over them. Using his jet boots, he flew up into it and sped off.

It was 8:30 PM when Terry McGinnis entered his apartment.
"Ma? Matt? Anyone here?" he asked, dropping his bag to the couch.
"We're in here, Buttman," Matt McGinnis said tauntingly from the dining room.
Terry rolled his eyes and went in where they had just sat down for dinner.
"Well, it seems your older brother has decided to grace us with his presence tonight, Matt," Mary McGinnis said.
"Sorry, Mom. I was out doing some stuff and then... Agh, never mind." He quickly observed the tabled. "So, chicken, potato salad, regular salad with all natural Italian dressing? And vegetables. Wow. Healthy," he mumbled, sitting down. "What next? Corn cakes and veggie-burgers?"
"Watch your attitude, young man. I've we need to eat more healthy in this household," she said.
Terry looked at Matt.
"Translation: Mom thinks she needs to go on a diet, so she's taking us down with her."
Matt laughed. Mary glared at Terry.
"You have a problem with eating good food?"
"Mom! I need REAL food! If God intended us to eat healthy, he wouldn't have created sugar!"
"This from the boy I thought was atheist," Mary said, taking a bite of chicken.
"Hypothetically speaking, Mother. It wouldn't exist if we shouldn't eat it."
"Like drugs. Or perhaps crime itself?" Mary retaliated. "You of all people should understand that, Terry."
"Oh, gee. Thanks for reminding me. I almost forgot," Terry snapped, throwing chicken onto his plate.
"Hey, how come Terry gets to throw his food?" Matt yelled.
"He doesn't. Terry, behave yourself this instant young man, or you'll be faced with grounding."
"God, I just LOVE these nice family dinners, DON'T YOU?!" he yelled, standing. "I can't even step one foot in the door without being hit with the third degree! I'm outta here."
He stormed for the front of the apartment. Mary bolted from her chair to chase after him.
"Terrence, come back here this instant!" she yelled.
"No way!" he yelled back, grabbing his bag. "I'm going to Mister Wayne's!"
He exited, slamming the door so hard pictures vibrated. Mary put a hand to her mouth in surprise of his attitude. With the other, she picked up a picture of Terry when he was eight years old. She slowly sat on the couch and began to cry. Matt walked out and sat next to her, hugging her gently.

"Dad! I don't want to!" a teenage girl yelled.
She had black, slightly curled hair. She wore a neon blue skirt and matching midriff that had a star on it. She also wore matching go-go, high heel boots that were leather. Sitting a desk was an older man with black hair also, and glasses and a gray suit on. He was much taller than her, too.
"Lara, you know you have a duty to uphold," he said, turning to her. "As do I."
"But they're so much stronger than you'd think! And Gotham's nothing but sh--"
"Lara!"
"Sorry! But it's TRUE, Dad! Don't make me go! Please! Besides, Billy's asked me out on a date! How can I refuse *Billy*?" she asked dreamily.
"That self-absorbed rock star can be on hold for a while. Besides, you know I don't like you hanging out with that kind of crowd."
"You don't want me to have ANY fun, do you?!" she screamed.
"Lara Miriam Kent, you move your little fanny up those stairs and start packing. NOW! And just think TERRY!"
Lara yelped and ran up the stairs of the apartment as fast as she could. Just as she disappeared, the doorbell rang. The man stood and went to it, opening it. Standing there were two women. One with black, slightly graying hair and formal business clothes, and the other was younger with short, blonde hair and a black skirt and white blouse.
"Clark Kent," the older of the two said, hugging him gently.
"Diana Prince," he grinned. "How are you?"
"Holding up," she said, pulling away. "You?"
"About to take a trip, hence why I called you. Please, come in! Cassie, how are you?" he asked to the younger woman.
Cassie Sandsmark smiled and entered after Diana. Knowing he couldn't just babble everything he knew about the situation coming up, he began to plan silently.
"Very well, thank you, Mister Kent," Cassie smiled.
"Please, call me Clark now, Cassie."
"What's this about though, Clark?" Diana asked, sitting on a couch.
"My daughter stumbled across two people earlier today. She described the one to look like an Arabian lady assassin and the other a jungle man with a scar clear down his back, starting from the cerebellum. Only the man talked, and he mentioned to the woman that they would continue fighting in Gotham."
"I heard that those Gothamites are two bricks shy of a full load, believing Batman's back," Cassie said.
"I wouldn't be so sure that they're BSing it, Ms. Sandsmark. Why would they after thirty years?" Clark asked.
"Daddy, how ARE we flying to Gotham?" Lara asked, springing down the stairs.
"Via superpowers, dear," he responded.
"Kay! That means I'll just need cosmetics!" she smiled, running back up.
"One track mind, hmm?" Cassie asked, grinning.
"Heheheh, VERY. While we're in Gotham, would you fill in here?"
"Of course, Clark!" Diana smiled. "We'd do anything for you!"

Alarms blared loudly inside the huge Arkham Asylum. Curare ran down the halls, releasing certain people that she felt would benefit her, tossing in the equipment that they would need.
Spellbinder, Willie Watt and many minor psychotics compared to them. She waited until they were fully ready, and then waved for them to follow her. They ran all the way out and into the darkness.
"I think it's over, for now," a doctor sighed to a couple other doctors and cops.
"Not quite," they heard.
The Stalker swooped down and took them all out. After that, he ran to the right, up a dark and cold staircase. He ran down a hall and to a solid metal door. Slamming the door in, he entered where a woman said with a device on her head to reduce her powers. She had red hair and green skin, along glowing green eyes.
"I have come for your help," he said, bowing slightly.
"I can not..." she replied. "This helmet drains me of my powers."
"If I release you, will you help me?"
"Of course..."
The Stalker walked over and powered down her helmet and slid it off. He offered his hand to her.
"Are you ready for fun, Plant Lady?"
"Don't call me that. The name is Poison Ivy! And, of course!"
He smirked as she ran out and followed.

Terry stomped around in the batcave, angry. Bruce Wayne and his dog Ace watched humored.
"They expect ME to come to them every time they whine for me! I've got a life too, you know?" Terry yelled.
"Oh, of course," Bruce nodded, trying not to smile.
"Oh, I bet you're just enjoying the heck out of this, aren't you, Wayne?" Terry scowled.
"Listen, things like this is going to put a stretch on your relationships."
"Well, what do you recommend?! How did you handle this?!"
"I didn't have a mother, for one. I wasn't in school when I became Batman, for a second and I didn't date all that much."
"Oh, come on," Terry smirked, crossing his arms. "I read up on you, Bruce. You had women clawing for you as Batman and Bruce Wayne."
"Billionaires have that effect on people."
"Yeah. What was it that they called you? Ah, yes. 'Bruce Wayne the Boy Billionaire'. That must've been the LIFE!"
"It was okay," Bruce replied, turning to the computer.
"Okay? OKAY?! Bruce, you dated LOIS LANE! The reporter chick!"
"How do you know about Lois Lane?"
"History books. Anyway, what you're basically telling me is that I need to ditch my entire life and somehow earn a lot of money, and then it'll be easy?"
"This line of work is never easy, McGinnis. All cutting off contacts does is alleviate some of the tension."
Terry paused, processing that. Then it hit.
"I think I understand now," he said, looking at Bruce.
"Do you?" Bruce asked darkly, turning to him.
"How can one do this job all the time and to the greatest extent when there's someone waiting at home for you?"
Bruce smirked.
"You're catching on... Finally."
"Hey!"

Two hours later, Barbara Gordon could be found in her home's study, sitting in front of a laptop. DA Sam Young entered the study behind her and watched as she shook her head, listening to the police frequency in her earpiece. He walked up beside her and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Sweetheart?" he asked.
She pulled it out of her ear slowly and shook her head again, looking up at him.
"There's been a major break out up at Arkham... One of the escapees was apprehended thirty minutes ago, but at the cost of fifteen of my men."
"Oh no..."
"They're in two groups of two people... Curare and Spellbinder... And the Stalker and... Poison Ivy. The death tolls are still rising."
"I bet at times like this you wish you could still be out there... Roof running with *him*, don't you?"
"That's where you're wrong," she said, standing. She grabbed her jacket and car keys, walking to the door. "I don't miss it one bit, Sam."

Supergirl landed on the top of the Wayne-Powers Enterprises building. Superman landed behind her. After slinging her backpack over her shoulder better, she turned to him.
"You know, we should have brought Superboy, too," she said.
"This is nothing I couldn't handle on my own-"
"So why am I here?!"
"For the experience," he said with a grin.
She growled and pulled out a nail file, filing her nails.
"So, we're here. Now what?"
"We listen for something peculiar."
She looked at him strangely.
"Dad... It's Gotham City. The entire PLACE is peculiar! I mean, come on. The Joker, Killer Croc? Not to mention the vigilantes!"
"Mmm-hmm," he hummed, not really paying attention to her.
They both yelped as a jet-black hover car shot past them, causing such a pull, Supergirl had to grip the apex of the roof to keep from falling off.

"WHOA!" Batman yelled, turning to the right hard and skidding to an air-stop.
"Gah! What?!" Maxine Gibson cried on her end.
"Terry?" Bruce asked.
Batman looked at the two on the roof.
"Aw, man! We've got just a little SUPER problem!" he yelled as Superman flew for the batmobile.
He turned the batmobile and went downwards quickly, through the levels and buildings.
"McGinnis, what are you talking about?!" Max cried.
"Hey, guys. A little riddle. What's red and blue, and has a BIG attitude?!" Batman asked as he shot through a traffic jam and flattened his path.
"Are you saying Superman is there?" Bruce asked.
"Yes! And I almost hit him and that Supergirl chick! Now he's chasing-Wha-?!"
He let go of the controls as the batmobile slowed and stopped.
"You don't have to run from him, Terry," Bruce said.
Batman's eyes narrowed unhappily.
"Oh, I hate you." The shield opened up to the awaiting Superman, Supergirl behind him. Batman laughed uneasily. "Honestly, officer! I didn't see that stop sign!"
"Ter--Who are you?" Superman asked as a car stopped behind them to see what the problem was.
"Just an innocent driver having minor car problems..." He slammed his fists into the computer console. "GIVE ME POWER!" he yelled. The car suddenly charged up. "Oops. WAH!!!"
It shot forward. Supergirl began to laugh so hard, tears streamed from her face. Superman glared at her, and then flew after, grabbing the back. He forced it to a stop and helped Batman up onto his feet.
"You okay there?" he asked.
"Oh, fine. I'm just going to sleep now."
He collapsed. Superman caught him and flew over to Supergirl.
"We need to get him to the big guy. Lets go."

In the study of Wayne Manor, Superman, Supergirl, Bruce and an unconscious Batman discussed things... Although, Batman wasn't being much of a conversationalist. Superman was enjoying the fact that he finally got Bruce to open up a little.
"So, he just stole it? Right out from under your nose?" Superman asked.
"Exactly," Bruce responded.
"I find that hard to believe from a man that once pulled kryptonite on me, and saved my very life."
"Most people would find THAT in itself hard to believe."
"...The boy has a weak stomach."
Bruce smirked at Superman's quick change of subject, and then nodded.
"You would too if you worked as hard as he did. He's failing high school because of this job."
"Your other boys never failed school. But then again, they wouldn't have. They weren't Batman."
"I ask for nothing short of excellence from all I work with. All my "boys" as you call them were highly intelligent and highly motivated far before they came to me. As was Batgirl. They all had extreme athletic ability and they all were much more clever than most children and teenagers at their ages."
"Except for you, I suppose."
"I trained for years to get the way I... was. They had the opportunities to train in real life situations, whereas I had to wait until I entered Gotham University before I could try out what I had. Dick started at the young age of nine. Tim started at thirteen. Batgirl started at seventeen. The same age as this Batman."
"But I think we can both agree on the fact that Batman was originally designed for an older, more mature man, Bruce," Superman pointed out.
"Originally," Bruce agreed with a nod. He stood with Superman. "But this boy has proven himself to be as qualified as I when I first started," he said as they went to the clock that led down to the Batcave. "Perhaps, with help from me, he'll surpass me when he reaches twenty one as well. And be able to maintain a successful life."
"Lara, stay here... So you're proud of him?" Superman asked, entering after him.
"Very much so."
"And have you told HIM that?"
The clock shut. Supergirl pouted. Batman bolted upright.
"AH!" she screamed.
"Shh!" he hissed, leaping over and covering her mouth. He looked around cautiously. "I thought they'd never leave," he whispered, slowly lifting his hand from her mouth.
"You mean you were awake?" she whispered back.
"The entire time!" he said, smiling. "Now's my time to break for it," he said, running for the door.
Supergirl pulled him back.
"Wait!"
"Whaaaat?" he hissed, glaring at her.
"We haven't even officially introduced ourselves, Batboy," she remarked. "All this time, and we still haven't done the formalities." She extended her red-gloved hand. "Name's Supergirl."
"Heh. D-uh. Batboy-er-man," he said, shaking her hand.
She smirked.
"How cute! You stuttered!"
"Listen to me, Supergirl. I don't have time to chat. I got this problem, so just back off."
"You mean with those freaky people? The one with the sword and the other with that icky scar?" she asked.
"How did you know that?"
"That's why we're here! I'll help, as long as I won't break a nail or mess my hair."
"Um. Supergirl, you're Kryptonian, right?" he asked.
"Yeah? So?"
"So... Wouldn't that give you indestructible hair and nails?"
"Hardly! I'm only half Kryptonian, babe."
"Uh, okay. Well, listen... You can come with, but you'll have to fly behind me because the batmobile only seats one person."
He headed for the door and she followed.
"I'd gladly sit on your lap, hot stuff," she joked.
He smirked and shook his head.
"In your dreams, Flygirl. I'm taken. Now, lets go."

The Stalker ran across 70th Level (top level) Street quickly, this time Curare following him. As he ran towards a left turn in the road he snapped out his Bo staff. Planting it firmly into the ground a foot from the railing, he pole-vaulted over the railing, taking the staff with. Curare did a flip and flew over the railing, both now sailing downwards, fearless of what could happen.
Curare got closer to The Stalker. Just before she could grab onto him or take a swipe with her sword, he spun around and slammed a foot into her jaw. She went up a little, then began to fall, semi conscious. The Stalker latched onto the side of the 68th level expressway and crawled up onto it. He grinned as he watched Curare fall. When she disappeared from view, he turned and started to walk away.
"I think you dropped something, Nature Boy!" Supergirl said, shooting up behind him and tossing Curare at his feet.
"It is YOU again, huh?" He smirked as Batman flew up, onto the railing, and crossed his arms. "Ah, Batman. So good of you to come!" he said.
Curare regained herself and got to her feet, backing off a safe distance. She was on guard, ready for any attack.
"We're not up for games, Stalker. Make this easy on yourself and just come with us. I guarantee that the hard way is going to be even more painful than normal," Batman said.
"Oh *really*. And how is that?"
"You see her?" he asked, pointing to Supergirl. "She's probably two times stronger than you and me put together. Her daddy is THE Man of Steel. If you want to challenge her, by all means."
"I think I just might," the Stalker said.
"I don't think so!" boomed Spellbinder. He flew down on a hover platform, his white mind control ball at hand. "You wish to fight Curare, no interruptions. I wish to challenge Poison Ivy, no interruptions..."
"Poison Ivy?" Batman whispered.
"So, what way to get two superheroes off you back then by turning them against... Each other!!!!"
He caused a huge flash that blinded both Supergirl and Batman. Curare and the Stalker watched, amazed. Spellbinder grabbed onto Curare and pulled her onto the platform.
"Wuh-what's going on...?" Supergirl gasped.
"Can't... see...!" Batman moaned, falling off the railing to the ground.
"Choose your pick, Stalker. Who shall be on your side? The future Woman of Steel? Or the Tomorrow Knight? The child of Big Blue? Or your most wanted prey?"
"I choose Batman," the Stalker said.
"All right," Spellbinder said, causing another flash.
This time, Supergirl and Batman straightened, able to see. Not only that, but Batman's eyes glowed blue while Supergirl's eyes glowed red. Batman spun on his heel and launched minirangs at Supergirl. She dodged them and flew down for him, grabbing him around the waist and dragging him across the street, into the other concrete railing. It shattered and they both flew off.
"Let us go plan, Curare," Spellbinder said, shooting off with her.
The Stalker turned from them to watch the fight between Batman and Supergirl.
In the air, Batman punched Supergirl in the stomach and when she doubled over, he kneed her in the face.
"Take that, Supertwit!" he yelled, crescent kicking her away.
She fell back and hit the side of a building. She began to slide down, but latched onto a tree that was in a planter on the side of a building. Pulling it clear out, she threw it into him, causing him to go across and slam into the building across from the one she was at.
"Don't mess with the best, Batdope!" she yelled angrily.
Batman pried away the tree and started to lift away from the body impression that he left in the building side. But, before he could get out totally, Supergirl swooped down, slamming her feet into his stomach and sending him clear through the wall.
"Intriguing," Poison Ivy said, walking up behind the Stalker. "They're both almost perfectly matched. And you know what they said about perfect matches in my time, don't you?" she asked.
"No. What?" he asked dully.
"If two fighters are so equally matched, their battle could continue for a millennia. Or, in this case, until they both kill each other."
"Then, after I am done with Curare, I'll have to separate them," he responded.
"Why?"
"Batman is MINE to kill. Not anyone else's. Now, let us go."
They hurried off just as Supergirl slammed into the street where they had just been, stone going everywhere. She quickly flew out and side blade kicked Batman in the face. She tried to punch him in the throat, but he caught her fist.
"You have impressive moves. I want to know who trained you," he said, followed by slamming his head into hers.
She fell out as he gripped her fist still.
"I'd tell you... But they won't let me!" she said, swinging her foot over their arms and hooking it there. She used the other foot to kick him in the groin. He grunted and loosened up on her fist. She immediately took the moment to latch onto him from behind. "Time to take a little NAP!" she yelled, flying downwards for the level 60 park.
Right before they hit the pavement, Batman turned on the jet thrusters on his boots, knocking him upwards, into her. She "oofed" as her legs sprawled on both sides of him. He gripped her legs tightly to keep her there as they sailed backwards shakily. They slammed into a moving car on the passenger side. The car swerved off the road and slammed to a stop. The jolt of the stop caused both Supergirl and Batman to sail off into the grass.
"Batman! ...Supergirl?!" Barbara Gordon asked, leaping out. "What in God's name is going on?!" she cried, looking up to see their downward path of destruction.
"Well, well, see... He's a jerk!" Supergirl stuttered, standing up.
"But she's a tramp!" Batman retaliated.
"Am not!" she yelled, punching him down to the ground.
"You two... don't really have good reasons, do you?" Barbara mused, humored at this now.
Batman sighed, on his back on the ground, Supergirl standing in front of him.
"No. But, we have reasons!" Batman yelled.
He raised his feet to her and turned on his jet boots. The force sent her flying back forty feet, into a huge tree that shook at the impact. Barbara blinked as he ran for her and they began to duke it out again.
"This is worse than I thought," she said to herself. "I have to get to Bruce, but my car is totaled..." Batman sailed over in front of her. "Hey, can I borrow the batmobile, Batman?"
"Sure thing, Commissioner!" he smiled, pushing the button.
Supergirl checked him across the park, out of sight as the batmobile flew down next to her. As she got in, Supergirl flew over and helped her.
"Easy there, Mrs. Gordon Young," she said politely.
"Thanks... I think."
"Bloody suck up!" Batman yelled, slamming into Supergirl and taking her to the ground.
Barbara shook her head and quickly sped off.

20 minutes later:
"I'm telling you, they were out for each other's blood!" Barbara explained to Bruce and Superman in the batcave.
"This isn't good," Superman said.
"Boys, what kind of damage can they do to my city?" Barbara asked.
"A battle between my protégé and yours, Clark? It is going to be catastrophic."
"Are you seriously suggesting they're equals for each other?"
"Clark... Lara is half mortal and with the suit Terry's half superhuman. Lara has the estimated strength of a slightly smaller locomotive and Terry can take out a semi without anything but his suit. Terry can fight, and Diana and Lois taught Lara for nine years of her life. You and I? We were never equal. Maybe for Brownie points we were, but in a match-"
"You'd win," Superman interrupted. Bruce raised an eyebrow in question. "It doesn't take a super man to get a job done. It takes a good one. And Bruce? You're one of the best. Besides, out of all the creatures I and the others have encountered, you're the only one we FEARED."
Bruce smirked.
"Boys!" Barbara yelled. "I've got two super humans beating each other up and taking down the city while they're doing it!"
"Of course," Bruce said. "You said Spellbinder was one of the escapees?"
"Yes. And Poison Ivy."
"All right. Superman?"
"I'm ON it," he responded, shooting out, faster than a speeding bullet.

Spellbinder stared at Poison Ivy as she sat on her throne of vines. She wore metallic sunglasses to deflect any attack of mind control he could try.
"One thing I've learned over the years... Be prepared for anything and everything. It's not that hard, you understand," she told him, crossing her legs. "You see... In the beginning, you think it's all too convenient that the Batman has all those gadgets at his disposal. Flamethrowers, ropes, smoke pellets, grappling guns, batarangs, sonar disruptors... You honestly begin to think it's way too convenient and that he must have no time on his hands. I mean, it seems he has an answer for everything! But, in fact, it's not that he's prepared for everything... It's that everything he has can be used for other things. Flame throwers? Starting fires, warding away crowds, busting glass, and most effective on people like Mr. Freeze. Ropes, grappling guns and batarangs have so many uses, I won't even start. It is the equipment that makes the man."
Spellbinder was obviously amused by her lecture.
"But man must make the equipment first, dear," he said. "And what about you? What about those glasses?"
"These? My dear ol' departed pal Harley Quinn stole these for me... Why, this was one of the LAST things she stole. NASA sunglasses. So impervious to bad light, they make the eye shields of space suits out of this." She rose from her chair and swayed down the stairs of it grandly. She stopped on the last step. "So. The Stalker says you want a piece of me. Is this true?"
"All my life, I've heard about the infamous Rogue Gallery. The Joker, Two-Face, Killer Croc, the Mad Hatter, Bane, Catwoman... And Poison Ivy. All such intriguing characters with such deep motives, and each motive varying from the other. The Joker was in it to pay Batman back for transforming him... Two-Face was just in it for the rackets. Killer Croc knew what he wanted, and how he'd get it through his strength. The Mad Hatter was angered that Batman supposedly took away his one and only love. Bane was in it for the game. Catwoman was purely a kleptomaniac with a fetish for small animals, namely cats and bats. And you... You wanted to preserve plant life and that's all that mattered... And eventually, all your work with plants changed you into one. One with power over the greenery of the Earth... That is a power I'd love to challenge."
"Oh?" she asked, grinning.
"Yes. Have you heard about me, perchance, Miss Ivy?"
"I have. And you make me sick," she snapped. Spellbinder obviously found this offensive as she continued. "A high school councilor fed up with helping and not being helped? It's been done, baby. Besides, someone of your ingenuity could have surely come up with something better."
"Well, if you feel that way... You won't mind doing battle with me!"
"Of course I wouldn't mind. But don't blame me if the city is leveled because of us..."

On a rooftop, high above the rest of Gotham, the Stalker stood with Curare. Both were at arms, ready to fight.
"May the winner live," the Stalker said, bowing.
Curare nodded and bowed as well. Then, she knelt down, sticking her sword in the ground. After a few moments, she stood, bringing up her sword. She gave an approving nod. The Stalker nodded back, and then ran for her.

"OW!" Batman yelled as Supergirl sat on him and beat his head repeatedly into the concrete.
He pushed up on his right arm and managed to slam his left elbow into her.
"Ouch!" she yelled as she hit the ground.
"Don't be a wuss, Superditz," he said, flipping to his feet.
"Oh, you have a lot of room to talk, Guanoboy!" she yelled, running and tackling him to the ground and holding back his arms.
"Oh, gee, Lara. I didn't know you felt that wa-oof!"
Supergirl slapped him across the face, and punched him in the stomach. He punched her away and got onto his knees. Supergirl lunged into him, wrapping her arms around him, restraining his movements.
"You-" she slammed her head into his. "Made me-" she did it again. "Break-" Again. "My nails! AND!!" And again. "I ruined a perfectly-" Slam. "GOOD!" Slam again. "Hairdo, on YOU!"
She did it one last time, causing Batman's eyes to cross. He shook his senses straight. Strenuously, he forced himself onto his feet as she continued her hold. He ran forward and slammed her into a light post. She let go and slid down. Both stopped fighting and began to take in deep breaths.
"Why are wuh-we... doing this?" Batman panted.
"Because... you're Batjerk..." Supergirl responded, clawing at the post to get on her feet.
"And you're Supertramp... Okay, now that the break's over."
He lunged at her.

Curare dodged a punch of the Stalker's and tried to trip him. He jumped over her feet and slammed them both into her side. She flew to the side, did a somersault and landed on her knees. She spun around, ripping a gold ball off her necklace and throwing it into his face. He began to hack from the smoke that poured out. She took in a deep breath and ran into the cloud, kicking him back with a side blade. She jumped into the air, spun and kicked him out of the cloud with a crescent kick.
Flipping gracefully, she sprung into the air just as he began to sit up. She crashed down onto his chest and swung down with her blade. He managed to slide out of the way by millimeters, and then knock her off. She stumbled to the right, trying to regain balance. The Stalker flipped backwards and grabbed his bo staff that was on the side and threw it at her like a harpoon. Curare tried to dodge it, but it still grazed her arm.
She paused to finger it, then she glared at him, her dark eyes narrowing. He smirked and got ready for another attack. But, instead, Curare turned and ran to the edge of the scraper and got on the very ledge, turning to him. With one finger, she beckoned for him to follow her.
"You want me to jump?" he asked, coming within five paces of her.
She nodded. He shrugged and leapt forward in a quick movement, taking her off the ledge with him.

Several minutes before:
Batman now had Supergirl pinned to the ground and was tickling her feet.
"Stop!" she laughed, crying. "Come on, Ter! Stop!"
"Say Uncle! Say IT!" he yelled, dead serious.
"No!" she screamed, trying to pull away.
Batman stopped as the ground began to shake.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Vines busted from the ground, carrying the unconscious Spellbinder in bindings. Poison Ivy rose from the ground on a vine platform. Supergirl socked Batman in the stomach and pushed him off of her so she could stand. He stomped her foot and looked at Ivy as the platform took her down to them.
"I told him not to challenge a goddess," she said, smiling. "So, you're the new Batman."
"New? Hardly - OW!" he yelled as Supergirl smacked him upside the head. "How do you figure I'm new?" he asked, pulling her ear.
"OW!" she yelled.
"Well, considering you sound nothing like MY Batman, and you're fighting Supergirl... Stop that!" she screamed.
Batman and Supergirl let go of each other from the double headlock they had each other in and laughed uneasily.
"So, what do you want from me?" Batman asked.
"I want a fresh start. And as a peace offering, I've caught Spellbinder without destroying half the city. Actually, I destroyed less than you two," she said, looking all around that level and the levels above it that the two destroyed.
They looked over the mess, then glared at each other.
"This is YOUR fault!" Batman yelled.
"MY fault?! You're the retard!"
There was a huge crash beside them as the Stalker and Curare slammed into the ground. Supergirl screamed and shielded her face. Batman pulled his wings and shielded his face as well. Poison Ivy didn't flinch. After the dust settled, the two laid there in utter pain.
"Well," Ivy yawned out. "This has been a most eventful evening. So, Batman. Accept my offer? I actually haven't committed any crime."
"Except breaking out of a maximum security asylum," he responded sourly, walking over to get Curare.
"Maximum security asylum?!" Ivy laughed. "There's nothing MAXIMUM about it!"
She was laughing so hard tears streamed down.
"Supergirl, for the decency of whatever you're worth, get your skinny butt over here and help me tie these guys up!" Batman hollered.
Supergirl floated over, kicked him in the back, and grabbed the Stalker. She dragged him over to a light post and bent it down to wrap him in it, but instead, he slammed his feet into her, knocking her back. He did a flip, landed crouched down, and sprung forward like a pouncing leopard, slamming into her. They slammed into the ground.
"How cute. She's just like me. Guys clawing at her at every turn," Ivy mused.
"Great, just GREAT!" Batman yelled angrily as he finished cuffing Curare's feet and arms... Ten times each. "Stop this, you two! Right NOW!" he yelled, marching towards them. "So help me GOD, I'll spank you both! ...That's IT! Time for Armageddon!"
He sprung forward and got caught up in the brawl.
Superman landed next to Ivy, who was all grins as she watched the three battle.
"Um... Is that my daughter... fighting?" he asked, watching.
"Yep! Oooh! That's gotta hurt their egos!"
Supergirl managed to pin both under each knee and began to slam their heads into the ground, repeatedly.
"My God, she's good!" Superman said proudly.
"She is! Hey, Big Blue. Ever consider villainism?" Ivy asked.
"No. I like winning all the time, thank you."
"Hmm. Never thought about it that way."
Batman and the Stalker reached around, grabbed Supergirl's hands and flipped her off them to the ground. Batman tackled her and punched her in the chest. The Stalker crescent kicked Batman away and tried to kick Supergirl in the stomach, but she caught his foot and twisted hard. Batman ran and drop kicked the Stalker to the side, grabbed Supergirl by the legs and shot into the air. Supergirl kept her grip on the Stalker as she went into the air.
"I see Paris, I see France, I see Supergirl's-ACK!" Batman cried as he slammed head first into the bottom of a street.
"This is escalating into a far more dangerous event," Superman said, flying up to catch them all.
The Stalker twisted out of Supergirl's grasp and sailed down onto a building ledge. He saluted Batman and ran off into the shadows. Supergirl tried to follow, but Superman pulled her back by the cape. He glided down to Poison Ivy, who was all smiles.
"I knew that Batman wasn't THE Batman," she smirked.
"Oh? Why do you say that?" Superman asked.
"Because, you'd never be crazy enough to touch the original one. Obviously this is like his son... Or grandson. Either way, it's a pleasure to know I'll be contributing to his suffering even more!"
"Uh... huh... Well, we need to snap them out of this spell," Superman said, catching Batman by the collar before he could head-butt Supergirl. "And YOU want to get let out early."
"Point well taken," she said, turning towards the place that Spellbinder was hanging. "Oh, Spelly! Time to wake up!!"

Supergirl sat on a stool in the batcave, doing her nails, make-up and hair frantically without getting her bandages messed up. Meanwhile, Terry McGinnis was getting bandaged up with the help of Superman and Bruce.
"I hope you two had fun," Bruce said lowly. "Because you're both grounded."
"Wha--?! But we didn't have control!" Terry exclaimed.
"We're not blaming you for that. We're blaming you for the escape of Curare and the Stalker."
"Wait. You mean they got away?" Supergirl asked.
"Yes, they did. And as punishment, no TV or radio while on the job for two weeks, Terry," Bruce said lowly.
"Now, wait a minute... Lets talk this out!"
"And, as for you, young lady," Superman said to Supergirl. "No mall crawls or TV, OR dates for the next two weeks."
"DAD!!!" she screamed.
"What's everyone's problem?" Annie Drake asked, entering with a backpack slung on her left shoulder. She stopped and looked around at everyone, and promptly started laughing. "Storm indeed!"
"What?" Terry asked.
"The news is calling the destruction of the Old Gotham upper levels a "Random Storm Happening"... Yeah right!" she laughed.
"Hey, wait. Where have you been?" Supergirl asked.
"Somewhere out there," Annie said passively. "Hey, Grandpa Bruce! You tape the fight via satellite?" she asked.
"Yes. I figured you'd want to see the gore bash," Bruce responded, tossing her a small television.
She turned it on and watched attentively. In the meantime, Terry walked over to Supergirl and extended his hand.
"Sorry, Flygirl," he said.
She shook his hand warily, for her nails were wet.
"That's okay, Batboy. I'm sorry too," she said.
"Oh, and Lara?"
"Yeah, Ter?"
"White underwear? I always figured you were more into slinky red."
"TERRY!!!"

The End.