“Who the heck is this?” Garfield Logan AKA Beast Boy shouted.
“Who am I? Who are you?” The young woman shouted back.
“Calm down, there has been an inter-dimensional breach,” Raven AKA Racheal Roth tried to appease the ruffled feathers, “My name is…”
“Raven, of course I know you,” the young woman sneered, “But what are those boys doing here?”
“Ok,” Raven took a deep breath, “Well Dorothy you aren’t in Kansas anymore and this isn’t the Muse Tower, its the Titan Tower. Beast Boy lives here, you are the new comer. Please your name.”
“No way, no trance magic shit!” the young woman took a defensive stance against Raven.
“Fine,” Raven pinched the bridge of her nose, “Connor, Please.”
The young Woman was disarmed and held up in the air by her ankles as Connor Kent AKA Super Boy looked at her.
“You know,” Connor said, “I’ve seen these boots before, they are made in Gotham City. The little Bat emblems give them away.”
“Ok, Fine!” The Young Woman sneered, “Tina Drake-Wayne, Batgirl, 36-32-38”
“Wait, Tina,” Connor said looking down at his captive, “The Batgirl? Someone call Steph!”
“Don’t you dare call Steve!” Tina shouted, “That douche tried to knock me up just to get me to hang up the cape!”
Garfield turned into a turtle.
“Awkward Turtle!” he said loudly.
***
Gotham City
Barbara ‘Oracle’ Gordon was at her desk running the communications relays while her sometimes boyfriend, Dick ‘Nightwing’ Grayson was screwing around in one of her spare wheel chairs.
“Dick that is for me to take a shower,” Barbara didn’t look back, “Not for you to do wheelies in!”
“Uhm,” Dick Started, “Babs, are you seeing this?”
“Seeing what?” Barbara kept working.
There was a crash, Barbara turned to see a different pair of legs hanging off the front of the tipped over wheelchair.