NOTE: This is based off several things… You'll see what they are as you read. Also, some facts are based off of what I've gathered from the "Batman Beyond" shows.


What's Going On?
By: Carmen Wayne

Barbara Gordon wrapped her arms around Dick Grayson's neck and pulled him close. They slowly moved to the rhythm around them from his loft speakers. She smiled and rested her head on his chest.
"You realize that we're sealing our fates by doing this," she whispered. "If we're caught…"
"I realize that… How can I not?" he asked, lifting her chin so their eyes met. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"You're so romantic all of a sudden… It brings back memories."
"Good ones, I hope."
"Almost all good. A few are a little… Shady, though."
Dick pulled her as closely and comfortably as she could fit next to him.
"Have a question…"
"Yes?"
"You ever… dream about Robin?"
"When you were Robin, I hope is what you mean."
"D-uh. Well?"
She placed her hand to his cheek gently but firmly.
"Every night…"
"Well… That's… good… to hear…"
He let her hand guide his lips to hers gently. Just as their lips touched, there was a huge flash around them. Their eyes snapped open and spun to see Tim Drake with a Polaroid camera, laughing hysterically.
"OH MAN! Wait 'til Bruce sees these!" he said.
In his hands were several pictures he had taken without the flash and the newly developed one that had the flash.
"DRAKE!" Barbara screamed.
She ran for him. He yelped and ran for the door. Dick followed Barbara quickly.
Tim shoved out the door and slid down the walls of the narrow staircase. He flipped to the bottom and booked for the elevator. Barbara and Dick were not far behind. Tim went for the opening elevator in a mad dash, but then skidded to a stop, eyes wide. There stood the Joker with a gun.
"Bruce Wayne's little brat. Cute," the Joker smirked.
He fired, hitting Tim in the stomach. Tim flew back and crashed into the ground.
"NO!" Barbara screamed, running to his side.
Dick ran angrily for the clown, but the doors shut before he could get there. Barbara pressed into Tim's wound to stop the bleeding. Dick ran down the hall to use a neighbor's phone. Tim's breaths became raspy as he gazed up at her.
"Duh-don't be… too mad… at the pics… Babs…" he breathed out.
"Shh," she breathed, tears forming. "Don't worry about the pictures… Oh, God Tim… I'm so sorry…"
"Babs…?" Tim asked, his face illuminating in a magenta light.
Barbara looked at her arms to see she was starting to fade in that color. Before she could say anything, she was gone from sight.

******

"This, Robin my boy, is an AWESOME car," Superboy announced.
He sat in the passenger seat of Robin's sports car. Robin sped down the street as he flipped through the radio.
"Yeah. Batman gives me a GOOD allowance."
"I'll say! Aw, man! I should borrow this sometime--Check out the redhead!"
Robin slowed the car and looked to where Superboy was pointing. A redhead young lady staggered from an alleyway, holding her head. She wore a gray skirt and matching top. She also wore knee high leather boots.
"Something's wrong with her…" Robin said. "And she looks some how familiar too… Here," he said, handing Superboy a microphone. "Press the button. It'll connect you to Oracle. Ask her to trace our position and call Nightwing. I have a feeling about this one…" He stopped the car and got out, walking towards her carefully. He learned not to rush into a situation involving a lone woman, or else he might get smacked. "Ummm… Miss? Miss, are you okay?"
"Robin?" she asked, looking him over. "Wh-where AM I?"
"You don't know?"
"One minute I was holding Tim Drake's gun wound… Then I vanished and woke up in this alley. Why are you dressed up like Robin?"
"Why don't you come here," he said.
He led her over to the car by the arm and let her sit on the hood. He brought out from under a seat a fingerprinting device and laid it beside her.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Place your hand flat on the surface, all right? It'll only be a brief second…" She slowly did so. He pressed a button and a light scanned her palm. The screen next to the scan side bleeped on and gave him the readouts. His eyes widened. "Barbara Gordon?" he asked, his eyes shooting to her.
"Is this Gotham?" she asked.
"Uhm… KID!" he yelled.
Superboy shot over next to them and smiled to Barbara.
"What can I do you for?"
"What the…? Super… *boy*?!" she exclaimed. Her eyes shot to Robin and she snagged him by his suit. "Where the HELL am I?! Where's Kara?!" The two looked surprised at the mention of that name. "Well?!"
"What… What year do you come from?" Robin asked.
"Two thousand, why?"
Robin looked away, thinking hard.
"That simply can't be…"
"You can call me Kid or Kon," Superboy said flirtatiously.
"Heh, I don't go for minors," Barbara smiled.
"What's going on here?" they heard.
The three turned to see Nightwing standing there. Robin shoved Superboy out of the way and went to Nightwing.
"My scanner says she's Barbara Gordon," he whispered. "But how can that be?"
"Past self?"
"No. She comes from this year!"
Nightwing narrowed his eyes, staring over at Barbara.
"Elseworld. All right. You get Superboy out of Gotham. Barbara Gordon and I are going to pay a visit to Oracle."

******

There was a huge, piercing laugh. Nightwing, in his heavy black and dark blue armor, tried to find the source from the warehouse he and Batgirl were in. Batgirl wore a suit that was all black and hid her hair. Her cape was hold on by silver clasps and her gloves and utility belt were heavy silver. Her symbol and eyes also were silver. She hovered over a control panel on the floor.
"She's here…" Nightwing said, going on guard.
"Stop her… I'm almost done."
"Hellooooo, Nightwing! Batchick! Guess what? I've got a little friend of yours on a leash!" The two cried out as Robin in his metallic suit crashed down, hanging by the neck on a rope. Amazingly enough, it didn't break his neck, so he was still struggling. "Well, maybe not a LEASH. More like a NOOSE."
Under him, melting from the shadows was a woman with white skin and green, shoulder long hair that was quite "out there" as far as how it hung. She wore a tight, dark purple suit with an open matching trench coat. She held cards in one hand and a revolver in the other. Around her right eye in a perfect square on that half of her forehead, down half the nose, and just under the eye back to the hair line was a black patch instead of white.
"Joker… Let him down, now!" Nightwing ordered.
"If you want him down, get him your own damn self. I'll break a nail."
Batgirl leapt from her spot, winging out a batarang. It sliced through the rope and Robin crashed down onto the Joker. She hit the ground, her cards and gun going everywhere. She pushed him off and tried to stand. She stopped, however, when her nose touched the barrel of her gun that Nightwing was holding.
"I'd stay down if I were you. I have no problem pulling the trigger."
The Joker smirked and sat down on the ground comfortably.
"Unlike Guanoboy. Man, it was fun to gut him and hang his body on display. Especially because he stayed alive for a day… Suffering in pain!" she laughed. "And then there were your predecessors. The… *other* Nightwing and Batgirl. I blew them up GOOD! HAHAHA!! Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon are your names. Batman was Bruce Wayne, I know. But how about Jason Todd, the other Nightwing? That's just an example… And each time I kill one of you, it'll be worse. But not as worse as when I pulled out Batman's appendix and blew in it like an ocarina!"
Nightwing went to pull the trigger, he was so fed up. But then, he back stepped as she began to vanish in the magenta haze that Barbara had vanished in.
"What the--?!"
"Oooh! Free ticket out! Play orchestral ending, show 'The End' at the bottom of the screen and FADE OUT!"
Just as she finished her words, she disappeared.

******

Nightwing helped Barbara up onto a roof top and walked to the edge.
"So, you're Dick Grayson, right?" she asked.
"Yeah…"
"So, what are we doing up here?"
"We're going to visit this dimension's Barbara Gordon." He threw out a line and reached for her hand. "I'll help you along."
"I've got my own way, thank you." Nightwing raised an eyebrow as she reached under her skirt and to her right thigh. She pulled out an odd shaped, hand held contraption and fired it. It slammed into a gargoyle and latched tightly. "Bat grapple," she said.
"I see. So you ARE Batgirl."
"Yeah!"
"Out of curiosity… How old are you and the Nightwing and Robin of your dimension?" he asked.
"I'm twenty one, Dick's twenty two and Tim's thirteen."
"Really?" he asked, amazed.
"Yeah… Can we go now?"
"Oh, yeah!" He swung out quickly. She smirked and jumped off after him. He glanced over his shoulder at her and smirked. "Hope you don't get chilled under that skirt!"
"Hey!" she barked, grinning all the while. "I've got super lined panties here, buddy. I can't get cold! Especially with these boots too!"
He landed on a building side and she followed as she grabbed a second grappler from her left thigh.
"I wouldn't mind keeping you warm under your skirt, babe," he said, winking.
"In your dreams, Boy Blunder Seniority feast. Where's this places Barbara live?"
"Over there at that clock tower."
"Meet you there, then!" she laughed.
She fired one grappler and swung off, ready to fire the next and retract the other. Nightwing yelped and followed her the best he could.
Meanwhile, down on the streets below them, the Joker landed hard on her bum. She groaned and then giggled.
"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God all mighty, I'm free at--Where in God's name AM I?" she asked, standing. She turned and saw some Batman logo stuff in a store window and grinned. "Obviously the city of the Bat, this is where I am. But, could it be? Is the big bad Batboy still alive? Must I torture Nightwing and Batgirl MORE in a NEW dimension? ….YES!!"

Oracle and Batman looked over Barbara Gordon cautiously. Nightwing stayed next to her incase the pressure would cause her to faint. When Robin slid into the apartment with them, Batman spoke:
"Tell us about your life in your dimension."
"Well… Uhhhhh… I'm Batgirl… Dick's Nightwing, Tim's Robin and Bruce is Batman… My father is the Commissioner for the GCPD, and I work for him as a file organizer. Er… Dick and I used to go out during college. But, the day after he graduated with highest honors, we discovered that we were Batgirl and Robin. He left and we broke up. For a while I worked with Batman alone, pairing off with Supergirl occasionally. Then Tim Drake, a street orphan, discovered Bruce's secret and stole Dick's teenager Robin suit and came to help stop Two-Face, the cause of his father's death. Later on, Bruce took him in as a ward and that's where we were at, Dick came back the next day. Dick and I usually argue--a lot. But recently we've been trying to, well, recapture… Just before I came here, the Joker gunned… Oh my God! Timothy! I hope he's okay," she cried, holding her head.
"What?" Batman asked.
"We were chasing Tim because he was spying on us… The Joker came out of an elevator, shot him, and then left again before we could catch him. Oh God…"
Oracle was about to say something when her computers started to blare a signal.
"What's going on?" Robin asked.
"Hang on, hang on…" Oracle said, typing in. "There's a strange frequency overriding TV and radio signals… from Arkham!"
"Lets see it," Batman said.
She pressed a button and on every screen in the apartment switched to the grinning faces of the male and female Jokers.
"Helloooo! Good evening folks!" the male Joker said. "After compromising with this lovely young lady here… I'm the Joker and she is the Jokeress!"
"Call me Boopsie, that's okay too," the now declared Jokeress grinned.
"We've taken over Arkham Asylum per request Boopsie here. We aren't holding it LONG, but we challenge the BAT ANTS to come and try to catch us!"
"Yes! And we want Batgirl!"
"The red haired--"
"Good doing--"
"Talking--"
"Walking Batgirl!" the Jokeress smiled, leaping into the Joker's arms. "And if you DON'T bring her with, Batboy, we're blowing this place up… With everyone in it! Now, excuse me while I have a little fun with my new wittle pawl here!"
The Jokeress kicked the camera and the screens blanked. Batman, Oracle, Nightwing and Robin looked at Barbara, who shrugged.
"She's not anyone I know!" she said defensively.
"Oracle?" Batman asked Oracle.
Oracle understood what he wanted and looked Barbara over.
"We'll have to make a new one. She's smaller than me."

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"Oooooh! I'm too old for you, Klarion!" Zatanna Zatara yelled.
Klarion (bum bum BUM) the Witch Boy had a death lock around her stomach.
"We can be perfect together, Zanna! Two of the most powerful magical forces in the universe, united together!"
"You've all ready switched people through dimensions to prove your power, Klarion. I believe you! Now switch those poor people back!"
"Noooo! I want to make Barbara Gordon and the lady Joker fight each other! And you're going to help!"
Zatanna looked across the room black room.
"Would you get him off me?" she asked.
"Only if you can get Teekl off my head," Etrigan the Demon responded.
He struggled hard to get Teekl to undo her claws from his head. Zatanna sighed raggedly.
"Klarion… By combining these people together, you're asking for trouble. The hormones are going to clash and the anger is going to grow. Granted it won't be as bad as when you messed with everyone's ages…"
"Didn't you like that?"
"Well, it WAS good. But, Klarion! Put Barbara and the Joker back into their dimensions!" she said, holding him at arms length.
He clamored back into her and snuggled in her arms.
"On two conditions."
"What are they?"
"You be my friend… And Barbara and the Joker fight each other. And one is hurt severely. Only on those conditions will I replace them back where they belong."

To Be Continued…