Batgirl was done for the night, Barbara landed at the roof top entrance to the Harold J. Wayne Memorial Clock tower. She made her way into the hidden super attic safe house. The area appeared on no blueprints and neither did the elevator
to the basement. Barbara had more or less chosen it as one of her personal safe houses. She crashed there for a few hours before getting up to make her way back to her father’s place. Barbara changed out of the Batgirl outfit and into the spare khakis and
t-shirt she kept there. Taking the elevator down she got in the beater car and drove to her father’s apartment. She swore that she felt a massive static shock in the elevator.
“Hay Dad, I’m back!” Barbara called slipping into her father’s apartment.
“We are in the kitchen!” Sarah Gordon-Essen called.
Barbara grumbled under her breath about seeing her step mother. When she got there she about had a heart attack. Both her father James and her step mother Sarah were wearing rubber police catsuits and making out while sitting on the dishwasher.
“Ah, I have to go meet a friend of mine. I should be back in a few hours.”
Barbara fled from the apartment. She didn’t pay attention to anything as she got down to the beater in the parking lot. She had to find out what happened, Dick, no Bats, better yet, Selina would have answers for anything kinky!
“What?” a disheveled Selina Kyle answered her door with barely open eyes.
“I need answer fetish queen!” Barbara barged in.
“It’s 11am, that’s the middle of the night for us mask and costume types,” Selina protested, “and you know it Bat-bitch!”
“Whatever,” Barbara ignored the protest, “Why the fuck is my dad in a rubber catsuit?”
“You are hammering my door in the middle of nap time because your dad is wearing a rubber catsuit?” Selina asked, “Have you felt any significant electrical shocks or like your head was hit by a hammer?”
“Not that I remember,” Barbara countered, “Did that happen to you last night?”
“No, more vodka martinis then I can count happened to me last night,” Selina shot back, her eyes still closed, “Those are the signs reported by the sci-fi brigade down at the hall of justice that you got sucked into a parallel dimension.”
“Parallel dimension?” Barbara asked.
“You are the one freaking out about your dad in rubber. Look, if you are not shitting me, about five years ago Swamp thing and Zantanna did an experiment and created Polar Latex,” Selina explained, “Since then this new stuff is easier to wear, lasts longer,
and is resistant to a lot more punishment then tropical latex. The northern US and Canada have been making a killing off this stuff and it is more common these days then imported cotton. Fuck you brought your dad in with you so you both could get ‘first
catsuits’ together at the shop I opened after I went straight.”
“What?”
“Kinky Kitty Latex, Kyle and Robinson owners and managers,” Selina held out her hand, “and I meant straight in a legal sense, I’m still Bi.”
“Still creepy.”
“Ok, so either you hit your head, this you and that you switched places or you got sucked into our world. Either way, I am going to pull the hang-over card out and kick you out for now. Bye-Bye!” Selina pushed Barbara out the door and closed it.