Y/N: This bastard better pull over before I pull out the Bat Cannon.

You pulled on the bike as you found yourself in the air before you landed on another shipment container. You accelerated the speed of the cycle you rode as you chased the speeding car through the shipping yard.

In said car was William Rhodes. CFO of Rhodes Metals, the country's biggest producer of high-grade titanium alloys. His product is used in everything from high speed magnetic trains to orthopedic joints. Hero to local charities, socialite. In short, one of Gotham's golden sons.

Until Barbra contacted you and connected him to the Mirror House. Now William Rhodes is a wanted man and you have questions he has the answers to.

You jumped the batcycle one more time which you let go of and launched yourself into the sky. You slammed your wrist against your hips and pulled out your "wings" which you used to glide through the containers.

Y/N: Cycle, follow!

The cycle beeped as it locked onto you and you landed ontop of the car's roof. You stuck to it as William swerved to throw you off.

Y/N: Stop the car, Rhodes! Now!

Rhodes: Get off my car, Batman! Now!

Y/N: Stop copying me!

Rhodes pulled out a small umbrella and pointed it to the roof. Your cowl detected a firearm and you rolled to your left as he fired off a round through the roof. You the hung on the side as he fired off three more into the sky.

He looked through his left window and saw you staring back in at him.

Y/N: You shot at me! You bitch!

You punched through the glass and knocked him across the face. Rhodes saw stars before you saw a very quickly approaching container.

Y/N: Nooo!

You pulled the wheel and avoided it before you leaped off the car and back onto the cycle. You came to a quick stop and watched as the car drove straight into the water.

Y/N: Shit. Does that count as a kill? Did I break the rule?
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Helena: So this guy chose to drive his car into the water instead of getting caught by you and the GCPD?

Y/N: Uh, yeah. That's what happened.

You were standing in the Bird's newest HQ as Barbara worked and Helena watched. Diana was missing with the rest of the leauge and Lady Blackbird was...eh, somewhere. Who cares, honestly? You never even talked to her. Barbara and Helena were still working as the Birds of Prey as a way for Barbara to keep an eye on Helena and help her incase the military or police came for her.

Barbara: So, how is the gunshot wound?

You kept your eyes on the screen.

Y/N: It's healed.

Barbara: Hm. And how's Cassandra?

Y/N: Good. She said hi.

Helena: She did?

Y/N: Well, she didn't know I was coming here, or that I am here, but if she did, she would've said hi.

Helena looked at you oddly while Barbara kept working.

Helena: Does she ever know where you are?

You just shrugged.

Y/N: If she's really that worried, she can check the suit's tracker.

Helena: Thought you two were just roommates.

You looked at her to see that she was looking at the screen as well. She definitely had a bit of a bite on that last comment.

Barbara: And now watch as I bring a man back from the dead.

You turned back to the computer and saw that Barbara had hacked into his bank accounts. That was a lot of money.

Barbara: And....done. William Rhodes is now alive and well, and about to use his credit card to buy a vintage of our choosing from West Gotham Wines. Any recommendations for him?

You were impressed. That's why you came to Barbara for this. If anyone could do something this grand so fast, it was her. Tim was your second opinion since you knew he was busy.

Y/N: Never had wine before. Cassandra likes Moscato, though.

Helena: Moscato?

Barbara looked at her and sighed.

Barbara: On second thought, I'll choose. Any news on that Redford kid?

You looked at Helena and shook yoru head.

Y/N: His father is MIA and his mother was found overdosed on Joker toxin. Looks like they made their money in exports as well. My guess, one of them ran into this "Dealer" person I keep hearing about and he made them use the family name to move the auctions.

Helena: Until they decided not to anymore.

Y/N: And the Dealer didn't like that. Thats why Beck was covered in plants and Mrs. Redford now has a permanent smile. Police found a large stach in the kid's home. All for the next auction.

You began to rub your chin as Helena looked at you from the corner of her eye. The last time she saw you, you were on death's door. She had to find shelter at Barbara's and had only heard about you through what Alfred told her.

Now here you were. Batman. Solving crimes and making something great of yourself. As bizarre as it seemed, the older you even ended up slipping through past this rough exterior you had created.

Barbara: About Mirror House, I've been running over the data you sent me. All kinds of A.M.I's on their investments. But everything is three, even four dummy companies recovered. Really tricky.

Y/N: Damnit. Tell me there's a but.

Barbara: There is. I uncovered a few more clients.

Just then, a very long list of clients appeared on the screen. Like, an extremely long one.

Y/N: Good lord.

Barbara: I know. Looks like a Gazette Society Column. And these only the one's I've been able to trace.

Helena: So this whole auction thing runs deeper than we thought. These are some big names. Even some Wayne investors. Bruce would be blowing up right now.

You winced at the thought. These people invested in his family's company. Now they were using their money to buy this crap. Hell, you were pissed.

Y/N: What about an invitation to this next auction? Is there anything in Rhodes' stuff?

Barbara: I found a couple of encrypted files that look suspicious. They'll take a little bit longer to decode. Hopefully there'll be one in there. You have to wear a face though.

You raised a brow. Was this like that "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" thing? Wait, no. The Batcave has that mask making machine. You were actually kinda excited to use it finally.

Helena: Maybe you can get Cassandra to help you. Seeing how the two of you are so close now.

Y/N: Ok, what the hell is up with you?

You and Helena turned to each other as Barbara sighed. She can already feel the headache coming on.

Helena: What do you mean? I'm fine. Just making an observation.

Y/N: There it is again. Everything you've said tonight has an edge to it. If you have something to say, say it.

Helena crossed her arms and glared at you.

Helena: What are you and Cassandra? Are you two together or together?

Y/N: That's what this is about? What does it matter?

Helena just sighed and turned back to the screen.

Helena: It doesn't. You should go get ready for the auction. Make a mask of Rhodes. Uh, Cassandra should know how to make one.

You looked at her for a moment before heading towards the window.

Y/N: I'll make sure to pick you guys up a house warming gift. I might even get one for myself. Alfred won't get off my back about making things more, homey.

Barbara: Has Alfred ever met you?

You opened the window as Barbara walked over to say goodbye.

Y/N: What's that supposed to mean?

Barbara: Everyone knows that you never decorated. Not your room in the manor, in the tower, or even the apartment. You have what Dick would call "Circus Blood".

Y/N: Circus Blood?

Barbara: I'll call you if anything comes up.

You just rolled your eyes.

Y/N: You're a hero, Barbs.

You stepped up on the window ledge and pulled your cowl back on. You looked back at Helena.

Barbara: Don't mind her. Go. Cassandra probably waiting on you.

You just sighed.

Y/N: I like the new base, by the way. Looks good on you.

You then leaped out the window and shot out a grapple hook to swing into the night.
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Tim: You'd think with all the money we got, you and Cassandra could stand to buy some posters or mirrors or something.

You just smirked as you kept working on updating the Batcomputer in the lab room of the penthouse. Tim walked into the room holding a silver briefcase while he wore a suit. Since Bruce was MIA, Alfred covered for him by using hologram tech.

Bruce was in Africa, as far as anyone knew, while Tim was there for the physical stuff. On top of that, Tim was working on recruiting for the Titans.

Y/N: You run us into the ground yet, Tim?

Tim: Hardy har. Happy news from Lucas. The smart mask is here. Want to take a look?

You smiled as you walked over to your friend and brother in arms.

Y/N: You guys talk about these masks like their the best thing since sliced bread. Talk be through this.

Inside the case was a plastic mask with several black dots on the inside. You couldn't actually see the face, but you could tell it was designed with care.

Tim: Well, by international geek standards, it is pretty cool. These beads here, they're tiny computerized electromagnetic conductors. You program them to bend visible light.

Y/N: So it sculpts light.

Tim: Yep. It's to make your face look however you want. Like William Rhodes' face, for example. All apart of Bruce's enhancements before he went missing.

You smiled as you looked at it.

Tim: Guess we're retiring the old beard and wing trunk.

Y/N: Blasphemy, Drake, Blasphemy.

You pulled on your cowl and started to walk out of the room.

Tim: Were you heading now?

Y/N: Not all of us can throw on suits and ties for board meetings, Tim. I got one of my own.
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You landed on the rooftop and spotted the figure standing by the batsignal with a cigarette in his mouth.

Y/N: Commissioner.

Bullock: 'Bout fifty pounds off. I'll take it as flattery.

Harvey Bullock, Jim's former partner and one of the best detectives on the force.

Y/N: Lieutenant Bullock. Where's the Commissioner?

Harvey shrugged.

Bullock: Family business. About the Mirror House...I combed the archives.

Bullock helped Batman? That was a neat thing to know.

Bullock: Came up with nothing. Still, the name rang a bell.

So he's useless.

Bullock: I started to ask around, talking to some of my old higher ups. Retired guys from back in the day.

So half useless.

Bullock: Turns out a couple of them remember hearing about some place. An underground auction house devoted to baddies. Supposedly they move around. Hold their get together at sites where nasty things took place. Cult the things.

Y/N: Sounds cheery. Really seems like a Gotham thing. I bet Superman doesn't ever have to deal with this.

Bullock: Funny thing is...these guys, they say they remember hearing it mentioned, 10 or 20 years ago. Seems like Mirror House has been around for a while.

Y/N: Not just in Gotham. The dummy companies that funneled money to Buck, I've found records of them making deposits in accounts of police officers from Star City to Metropolis. I sent that information to the Commissioner.

Bullock: So we have a phantom auction houses with deep pockets, deep roots, and a long reach. Question is, who's the Dealer?

Your ear piece began to signal a call.

Y/N: Hold on.

You answered it.

Y/N: Batgirl, talk to me.

Barbara: I got your invitation. I'm sending you the address.

You smiled: Pleasure doing business.

You turned back to Bullock.

Y/N: Speak of the devil.

Bullock looked at you and turned back toward the city.

Bullock: I know you're not him.

You raised a brow.

Y/N: What do you mean?

Bullock: Cracking jokes, smirking, you don't even have a single stub on your face. You're that Beyond kid, ain't ya?

You actually laughed a bit. He wasn't the head detective for nothing.

Y/N: Yeah. I'm guessing you're supposed to bring me in?

Harvely just laughed.

Bullock: And take Batman away from Gotham? You're a hella lot funnier than Bats. Unlike the government, I understand the need for you young folk. The Justice Leauge goes MIA, who's gonna protect the innocent?

Y/N: The military?

Bullock: Don't make me laugh again, kid. You know they use live ammo to hunt you guys?

You just sighed.

Y/N: So I've been told. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to spend some money.