Crime and Punishment

Barbara Gordon knocked on a familiar door. At first nothing happened, but then the lock clicked, and a tall, red-haired girl in a short top and shorts and wide green bracelets appeared on the doorstep.

She stared at the visitor for a second or three, then shouted somewhere in the back of the room:

"Harley, how many times have I told you not to order delivery? If I need something, I'll go out and get it myself."

"Ivy?" The heroine stared incredulously at the changed dryad, recognizing her by her voice, not a trace of her green skin tone left. She looked just like a normal human.

"How do you know me?!" In an instant, the bracelets on her arms grew into flexible vines that wrapped around the girl's body and dragged her inside, slamming the front door shut on the way. Batgirl didn't even have time to squeak as she was tied up.

"Why are you stuck in there? Mr. J is trying to give the judge a heart attack by asking him to read the list of crimes and the prosecutors again." A blonde girl with a bucket of popcorn came out. "Babs? What are you doing here?"

"Do you know her?" Pamela was in no hurry to let go of the suspicious person. She took a closer look at her victim, paying particular attention to the gorgeous red hair. "Wait, you're the little pussy Jay was hitting on. What's your name? Mousey."

The captured girl sighed heavily, it seems her identity wasn't such a secret.

"I'll have to find a good quick washable hair dye or get a short haircut so I can hide it," she thought, mentally trying on her new look, "wait, did she say Jay was hitting on me?!"

The young heroine was confused. Jay, of course, gave her signs of attention, but it was more like flirting, and besides, he had Harley. Although, remembering the behavior of the horny blonde, the girl blushed, that's who definitely wanted to do a lot of lewd things with her.

"What's wrong with her?" The dryad asked her best friend, looking at the blushing heroine.

"She liked your vines, do to her what you did to me..." Harlequin was popping popcorn with glee. "I don't want to miss anything important."

"Hey! Stop, where are you taking me! Don't do anything to me!" The girl tried her best to break free, but the odds were stacked against her. "And I'm not Mousey, I'm Batgirl!"

"She doesn't seem to want to..."

"Yeah?" Harley tilted her head amusedly.

They moved to the living room, which had changed quite noticeably; there was still a large sofa and a closet with a flat-screen TV, but now almost all the free space was occupied by various plants, and there were suspiciously empty strong hooks sticking out of the ceiling.

"Let me go, please."

"Okay..." Ivy shrugged, and the vines shrank, turning back into a bracelet, before gently lowering the young heroine to the floor. The dryad flopped down on the couch and then literally turned green, exhaling in relief. "Phew," she said, sticking out her tongue comically, "I don't like the human form."

"Wow, I didn't know you could do that," Barbara Gordon said in surprise, adjusting her clothes.

"I try not to make a big deal out of it. So why did you come?" The green-skinned girl gently ran her hand through the hair of the blonde woman sitting next to her, who was watching the broadcast from the courtroom.

"Jay's in trouble."

"What!?" Harley jumped up, almost scattering the appetizer. "What's wrong with him?"

"His lawyer's family has been kidnapped and is threatening to kill them if Jay doesn't go down. And it looks like he's going to be framed if they don't get rescued."

"Then we need to help them out right away," the harlequin set the bucket on the bedside table and crunched her knuckles. "Any leads?"

"Just their address: fifth and fourth street in the old Gotham neighborhood. Fifth apartment."

"All right, Ivy, can you give me a hand?"

"Eh, where am I going to go," Pamela stood next to the blonde, creating a swimsuit out of leaves. "Let's go."

"You're going out like that? Okay, Ivy, she was acquitted, even though it wasn't the wisest idea to show her face, but Harley, you're a criminal. What happens if we're seen in your company?"

"Mousey, if you want to see me in that seductive swimsuit again, you could have said so. Ivy liked it too, by the way, but let's do it later," said the harlequin, heading for the exit. "We'll consider this a citizen's arrest. Besides, since Mr. J. had reformed, why shouldn't his faithful assistant do the same?"

"Okay, just give me a minute to change," Barbara quickly changed into her hero uniform, trying to ignore the interested look of Harley, who, realizing the importance of the situation, kept her cool. Turning her backpack inside out, the young heroine completely redesigned it and stuffed her belongings back in.

They left the apartment and then ran a couple blocks where they caught a cab.

The driver was a phlegmatic Indian who didn't care who he was giving a ride to, the main thing was to pay for the trip according to the fare.

Having dropped off the unusual passengers in the alley, the driver went to the next order - this is Gotham, here quite often amazing, strange, and sometimes scary things happen, he has a big family to feed, and not to suffer nonsense, besides, he received payment for the trip without problems.

"Really?" Barbara stared in surprise as the car with the checkered license plate drove away,

"Well, what did you want?" Harley answered calmly, looking around the dirty alley. "Most of the residents really didn't give a damn about the various heroes and villains, the main thing was not to be touched. Now pull away and she could brag about the accomplishment on social media."

"Hey, isn't that the apartment we're looking for?" The dryad pointed to an open window on the third floor level, overlooking the fire escape.

"Quite possibly," Harley answered, cocking her head. The structure was lowered, so the girls had no trouble getting to the right floor, though Poison Ivy showed off her powers by growing plant tentacles.

"Hey, is anyone alive in here?" Asked the harlequin as she climbed into the apartment. "Apparently not..."

There were two dead bodies in the center room.

"The horror..." Barbara was impressed, climbing in next and looking at the two dead men. "It looked like this was the place after all."

"Yeah, or the neighborhood's too crime-ridden," Pamela bent over one of the victims. "Dead," she gave her verdict.

"I noticed it somehow, judging by the hole in his skull."

"Maybe he didn't need his brains to live," it was hard to surprise a dryad with the deaths of some people.

"There's no one else," Harley returned to the room, checking the rest of the living area.

After examining the crime scene, it became obvious that the dead men had not expected a reprisal. The first one died instantly, having been shot in the back of the head, but the second one managed to jump up, but still went after him, having taken three shots in the body and then a control shot in the head, practically at point-blank range, judging by the depth of penetration.

Someone was clearly acting for sure. Finding two small holes in the walls, Harley determined that either a silenced pistol or some low-powered model had been used, but the absence of police was in favor of the former. Still, seven shots was definitely a reason to call the police. Just to be safe, Ivy even left the apartment, checking her room, in case they'd gotten in the wrong place and it was just a coincidence.

The two dead men, judging by their driver's license, did not belong to the lawyer's family, Barbara had checked that first, using her smartphone. They were probably security guards, but the question remained how many outsiders were present in the apartment.

The girls decided to contact Jay by text to find out for sure. Barbara was lucky that the library phone had caller ID, so she thought to write it down. Five minutes later, three names and a picture of the abductees arrived. The picture was of a somewhat full-figured, happy-looking girl with long brown hair, sitting by some kind of fountain, holding a smaller version of herself, a girl of about five or seven, who was hugging a large stuffed bunny.

"Oh, she's so pretty," Joker's assistant looked over Batgirl's shoulder and smiled dreamily. "Mr. J and I are going to have a little girl like that someday."

"Yeah, if you kidnap her," Pamela said sarcastically, folding her arms across her chest and leaning against the wall, "You forgot I made you infertile."

"Hmpf, I didn't forget. And I said: "someday," your meddling will be over in three years, unless I drink a potion of altered sylphium again. Now Mr. J. can have me anywhere he wants without fear of repercussions. Hell, I can't wait for him to come out and fuck me hard," the blonde clenched her thighs, stroking herself through her tight shorts with one hand and embracing the young heroine with the other. The commissioner's daughter blushed and stiffened as she stopped rummaging through her phone, feeling the gentle stroking.

"And you really are Mousey," Harley whispered softly, licking the heroine's cheek. "Sweet."

"N-n-we need to get down to business if you want to save Jay," the girl mumbled, her tongue slurring, trying to fight the shivers that came over her.

"Okay..." Harley said regretfully and pulled away, ending her flirtation.

Babs exhaled and turned her attention to the first message.

"So Stephen Smith had kidnapped them," she checked her driver's license and immediately began searching for him on the World Wide Web.

"Maybe, maybe not. He couldn't help but realize he'd be the first thing they'd look for. Or there was a lot of money involved, and his brain had shut down. - Harlequin turned on the television, switching to the channel with the broadcast from the courtroom, where the judge was still reading out the Joker's transgressions, calling out the names of the prosecutors. The older man was clearly annoyed by this circus, but continued to dutifully fulfill his duties.

"Yeah. If he does get locked up, he'll have to sit for a long, long time," the dryad commented, sitting down next to the blonde. "Harley, if you want..." the green-skinned girl put her hand on her friend's thigh.

"Eh, let's do it later," Harley gave Pamela a peck on the cheek. "This isn't the place, and it smells like blood."

"Another text message came in asking me to restore the rollers," said Barbara , distracting herself from the search. Ivy took over, pulling out her smartphone.

Five minutes later, the first results came in. Stephen Smith was a former police officer, fired for abuse of power. Five years ago, he and his comrades had organized a small security agency called The Wall, which had a fairly good reputation. Having maintained warm relations with their former coworkers, their private enterprise was able to protect their charges quite effectively, because in case of problems, patrolmen were more willing to go to their call. Of course, the excellent training and skills they had acquired during their years of service in the police force played no small part. And not in some backwater town, where the biggest event would be a redneck who screwed a farmer's cow, but in the police department of Gotham, the most criminal city in the DC world! Although that wasn't really a good thing.

Gordon had become chief five years ago, and the Dark Knight had arrived two years later. Before them, the city was like a seething cauldron: constant clashes between small and large gangs, areas of influence could change a dozen times in a day, ordinary people were in constant fear for their lives and health, you could die just going to the nearest store for groceries, and few people felt safe in their apartments. Naturally, this situation was observed mainly in the poorer parts of the city. The rich ones had their own big players, who ran the business, but their methods, at times, turned out to be much worse than those that could be invented by the local bosses, who thought themselves gods. Of course, such a terrible time was not without widespread corruption, so the successful functioning of the security agency in that period spoke volumes to those in the know.

Looking for the necessary information on Smith, Barbara noticed that it was rather incomplete, as if someone had carefully removed all traces. There was only one note about his dismissal, written in an analog of wikipedia, although the official documents did not specify what exactly he had been fired for, and abuse of authority was a rather vague concept.

Out of interest, the girl checked the other two members of the security agency and was surprised to find that one of them had quite a high rank and had been fired for negative reasons, except that she had only been able to get that information because she had logged in under her father's account. Officially, they were clean, as if they had gone off on their own.

Her next stage of the search was to look for real estate or rented premises, of course, it was unlikely that the criminal would drag his victims there, but one had to start somewhere. Tired of working with the small screen, the girl retrieved a laptop from her bag. At the same time, she transmitted all the information she had found to her teammates.

"Complicated," Harley leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. - He had to get the kidnapped people out of here somehow, of course, he could take them on foot, if it wasn't too far, but it was such a fiasco. It was unlikely that a woman with a small child would be able to get through even a neighboring building without arousing suspicion. So he needed transportation, so look for it. Cab's not exactly the way to do it, but…

"Bingo!!!" the heroine almost jumped for joy.

"The main car of their agency, registered to Steve, the day before yesterday was taken to the parking lot because of improper parking near this house, so yesterday he took a small minivan in a carshare. Now we have to try to hack into their server to track the car's tracker..."

The girl's fingers fluttered over the keyboard, trying to overcome the defenses, but her technique clearly lacked the power to do so.

"Shit, it's not working."

"Where's the nearest service?" the blonde got up from the couch, turning off the TV.

"Okay," Barbara opened up a map of the city, showing it to her companions, "there's one on the next street over, but I doubt they'll give you the route of their car. They might not even tell the police anything unless they have a warrant."

"And I don't need a warrant," with a slight smile, the harlequin swung the baseball bat a couple times.

"Wait a minute! You can't just break in there and demand information!" the red-haired girl quickly put her laptop away and hurried to stop the nimble blonde.

"Why not? I'm not even gonna hit them, just threaten them a little."

"Jay's not gonna like it. You guys are heroes now, remember?"

"Shit," Harley scratched her head with the bat, stimulating thought activity. "So what do you suggest?"

"I have a flash drive with a virus on it, if I put it in their work computer, I can get the passwords and see the minivan's route."

The blonde turned back to the dryad, making a begging face.

"Yeah, I got it. Give me the flash drive," Pamela held out her hand toward Batgirl demandingly.

"You need to insert it for three minutes, which should be enough time to install the virus."

After receiving the device, Ivy, who still hadn't gotten up from the couch, covered her eyes and folded her palms in a boat. After a moment, she jerked strangely and seemed to pass out, opening her palms. In her hands was a small green creature, almost entirely made up of a tangle of leaves and small stalks. It had several liana-like limbs, which it used to deftly pick up the flash drive, plunging it inside its body, its color and texture resembling tree bark.

"Scree-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee!" The little boy sprang up and covered the distance to the window in one fell swoop, jumping almost four meters. In a second he was already on the street, deftly clinging to the eaves of houses and wires.

With a glance at the departing plant, Barbara reopened the laptop and waited. Seven minutes later, its speakers beeped, announcing that they had remote access to someone else's device. The next step was a matter of technology, and by the time the dryad returned, they had the entire route of the van they were interested in.

"Too reckless, he's a cop. He should know that tracking him down would be a cakewalk for any cop," said Pamela as she snapped out of her trance, returning the plant and handing the host back to the young heroine.

"I looked at his report cards from the academy, and he was clearly not too smart and only stood out for his excellent physical fitness and shooting skills. And there's no way to get information on his movements. A normal policeman would have to get a warrant or rely on the conscience of a service employee. Although internal instructions would not allow to give out all the information so easily."

"So where do we look for the kidnapper?" The dryad stood up from the couch.

"Oh, not far away at all. In the Burnside neighborhood on the mainland. According to the map, that place rents out self-storage units. All you have to do is cross Craig's bridge."

"Hmm, maybe he's not too dumb after all," said Harley, looking carefully at the map. "There's an airport nearby, if he's not wanted in time, you can get away pretty far. To the same India and no one will find you. And if he's paid enough, he'll do just fine there."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Barbara put the computer away and was the first to climb out the open window and into the street.

The girls walked a little farther away from the house with the dead and caught another cab. Well, as caught... The impatient harlequin opened the door of the parked car, the driver of which was too busy checking orders through his smartphone.

"Can you give me a ride to Burnside?"

"Jump in, pret..." The man answered automatically when he heard the pleasant female voice, but then he noticed who was sitting next to him. The blood immediately drained from his face. "H-h-harley!"

"Yeah, yeah, nice to meet you..." the blonde looked at the dashboard where the driver's license lay. "Robert. Girls, hop in."

"N-n-no..." the cab driver tried in vain to cope with the trembling.

"Not working?" The girl merely adjusted her weapon, preparing to head out to find a new machine, but Robert took the action personally.

"N-nothing, miss, r-working," the cab driver struggled to move his suddenly unruly tongue.

"All right! Then what are we waiting for?"

"I don't think he's too happy to be driving us," Barbara noticed the obvious when their vehicle started to move.

The man gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned completely white. Drops of sweat ran down his temples, but he couldn't wipe them off for fear of drawing the attention of the frightened female passengers.

Harley Quinn is the insane girlfriend of the Joker, the man who has been terrorizing Gotham for two years. Now he pretended to be kind, but Robert knew that a wolf in sheep's clothing was still a wolf, so he had no doubts about the clowness's criminal motives.

The other one, the green one, was no better. He knew from his workmates that she hated people and was a real cannibal. Her actions had turned the city park into a natural jungle of carnivorous plants.

He hadn't heard of the third one before, but her villainous costume looked rather menacing. The tight purple jumpsuit brought back memories of a well-known psychopathic clown. She had devil horns sticking out of the top of the mask, and she'd been careful to put the Dark Knight symbol on her chest, as if to say she didn't give a damn about him.

Fortunately, the criminals didn't ask him anything, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hide the terror that gripped him.

When they reached the right place, which turned out to be an individual storage warehouse, which was an ordinary garage with a central entrance, the cab driver parked his car on the opposite side of the street. The neighborhood was not crowded, so the girls quietly got out of the vehicle, looking around carefully.

"And now it's payback time," said Harley, the last to leave the car. She reached for the money, but the driver pushed the gas pedal to the floor, and his car, leaving puffs of smoke, disappeared around the next corner.

"What's the matter with him?" the blonde asked in surprise, turning back to her redheaded companions.

"He was too impressed by our beauty, so he gave us a free ride," Ivy answered confidently.

"I don't think so..." Barbara decided to explain her point of view, but was immediately interrupted by the dryad.

"You don't think we're pretty?" Pamela slowed down, looking intently at the embarrassed girl.

"No... You're very beautiful," she said it sincerely. Poison Ivy certainly had an unusual skin tone, but this detail made her attractive on the contrary.

"That's right," Ivy picked up her companions with her vines and moved into the warehouse area.

They had to walk stealthily, trying to avoid the field of view of the cameras. The right warehouse, where the carshare car had been parked for a long time, was almost at the very end of the not insignificant territory. From behind the wall of the right box they could hear the noise of a working TV set; it sounded like Steve was watching a broadcast from the courtroom.

~Crack! ~

Pamela decided not to be ceremonious and broke down the thin steel barrier with plants in a second.

There were three people inside: the abducted mother and her daughter and Steve Smith. The man jumped up from the folding chair and pulled a detonator-like device from his pocket.

"Stay back or they'll die!"

Barbara looked inside and saw the hostages sitting in one chair, wrapped in explosives like Christmas lights on a Christmas tree. A crying little girl clung trustingly to her mother, who could hardly hold back her tears. The picture made the young heroine's heart skip a beat and rage flared in her mind. She reached for the batarang, but pulled her hand away: the risk of the criminal activating the charges was too high.

"Hi!" The blonde waved her hand as she stepped forward, grinning happily. "Did you know that the fragmentation of such a large amount of plastite will be about fifty meters in a straight line, and it's a confined space, so the explosion will turn your body into mincemeat?"

"What?" The man looked fearfully in the direction of the hostages, who froze with shock as they looked at the colorful company.

"Yeah, it's okay, pussy," Harley took a swift step toward Steve, who hesitated because of the proximity of the explosives, and then he couldn't think.

~Bam~

Harlequin broke the hand holding the detonator with the first swing of her favorite baseball bat. Ivy immediately picked up the fallen device with a liana, hiding it away.

~Bam~

The second blow turned Smith's right knee into a bloody mess. Still, the blonde was stronger than a mere human, thanks to Poison Ivy's enhancements.

If at the first attack the kidnapper was too stunned for normal perception of reality, at the next blow he felt the whole palette of pain, screaming loudly and falling to the dirty floor with pizza boxes lying on it.

"Don't kill him!" Barbara tried to stop Harley, but deep down she was in complete solidarity with her, and Pamela put her hand on her shoulder.

"I wasn't going to!" The girl replied cheerfully, swinging her bat. "Because we are ~Bam~ fucking ~Bam~, heroes ~Bam~!" Each blow shattered the bones of the man who was screaming in pain.

"Who told you to do that?" Harley Quinn grinned good-naturedly at the horror and pain on the hapless kidnapper's face.

"I don't know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" He howled again as the girl stepped on the broken limb.

"And if you think about it?"

"He contacted me through the Internet. Said if I kidnapped them, I'd get paid a lot."

"And you just trust some dude on the internet?!"

"He wired me five million dollars as a deposit right away. He promised me the rest after he lost the case," Smith tried to crawl away, and Harley pushed a little harder with her foot.

"Don't make a move. Where'd you get the money?"

"On the phone..." the criminal answered promptly, realizing that no one was going to joke with him and this psychotic woman might well beat him to death.

The blonde bent down and quickly went through the man's pockets, finding the device she tossed over to Barbara.

"Mousey, can you trace where the transaction came from?"

"I'll try..." the girl answered uncertainly, pulling out her laptop. "What about it?"

"It's okay. Ivy."

"What would you do without me?" The dryad grumbled and blew a cloud of pollen into Steve's face. The battered man inhaled the fine particles sharply and almost immediately collapsed, rolling his eyes. "He would wake up in an hour."

"Super," the blonde shifted her gaze to the silent mother and daughter. "Don't piss, now the incomparable Harley will quickly put you out of your misery."

The adult captive's eyes widened and she shook her head in horror.

"She meant disarm the bomb, she just didn't mean it that way," said Barbara, taking her eyes off the equipment for a second. She had the impression that she knew what she was talking about, but she meant it on purpose, to amuse herself at someone else's expense.

"This amateur would have his hands broken..." Harley took her time clearing the device. "Although I've already."

Three minutes later the girl released the captives. The little girl immediately climbed down from her mother's arms and hugged her rescuer's leg.

"Auntie, when I grow up, I will definitely become like you to protect my mom!" There was real adoration in the child's eyes.

"Ha-ha-ha, I will, baby, just listen to your mommy and study hard. Mousey, let Mr. J know everything's okay."

"I have a better idea."

Barbara took a picture of the rescued and sent a message to the lawyer. The reply was a brief, "Thank you"."

After listening to the woman's thanks and the girl's joyful squeals, their company advised to call the police and stepped out into the fresh air, frozen in place: at the end of the aisle stood the Dark Knight himself.

"It's Batman! Let's go!!!"

Panicked Harley grabbed her friends' hands and ran in the opposite direction of the superhero. Such individual vaults were built on a typical pattern, so there must be another road leading to the exit.

The blonde was rushing forward, unable to see the road and pulling the two red-haired girls in tow. She was truly terrified that Batman would capture her and take her to Arkham. How would she then be able to have fun with Mr. J and Ivy, who would be on the loose? And it would be boring without Mousey...

"Stop," the girl stopped as if she'd hit a wall.

"Did you remember that we're playing the good guys now?" Poison Ivy asked ironically, fixing her disheveled hair.

"Uh-huh. But I'm not going back anyway, I don't want to look silly..."

"No one's forcing you to do anything," Ivy didn't want to cross paths with the Dark Knight either. The asshole had once destroyed her beautiful garden, which she had decided to grow in the middle of the city. She'd overreacted, of course, but she shouldn't have dumped chemical waste into the lake. She just wanted to restore the balance!

From there, they went on more quietly.

"By the way, Mousey, what's the status on tracking the customer?" Harley asked when they got outside.

"No way," the girl began to explain.

The perpetrator was really not too smart (and that's putting it mildly). The first transaction message contained a malware that gave remote access. The attacker hacked into the victim's phone and created a fake bank account for Smith, where he "transferred" millions. Moreover, the former cop did not even suspect that he was spending his own savings when he decided to use the money to check.

The organizer himself has covered his tracks quite thoroughly, so now it's almost impossible to get to him. Batgirl said that she would give the smartphone to Batman for further examination. Ivy didn't give a damn about it, and Harley stopped listening, realizing that the money on the account wasn't real, which offended Barbara a little.

The way back flew by, another cab driver, who didn't care who he gave rides to, as long as they paid, dropped them off two blocks from the former criminal's apartment. While they were driving, they watched the broadcast from the courtroom. Unfortunately, they were a little late and the grand jury had decided that there was more than enough evidence to proceed to trial. All hope now lay in the cross-examinations and the evidence of innocence provided, as well as additional material. Checking his watch, Judge Caprio decided to postpone the trial until the next day.

Evening had fallen on the town, and Barbara saddled her moped and hurried home. Of course, Harley had offered to spend the night at their place, but given her constant harassment, that wasn't the best idea, and there was now a second, equally horny girl who could control the plants to a pretty wide extent. After imagining some possible uses for them, the young heroine's cheeks flamed under her helmet.

***

In the morning, having turned on the TV and prepared a light breakfast, Batgirl listened to a popular TV show. Naturally, the main topic was the situation around the changed Joker, but there were other subjects as well.

"Hello, dear viewers," the presenter said hello with a dazzling smile. "All of you are aware of the situation with Jay Arkham, but in fact everything turned out to be even more complicated than we thought. Our team was able to learn that the defendant's attorney was under serious pressure through his family. The perpetrator kidnapped Alan Dershowitz's daughter and granddaughter. Luckily, it all worked out, which is why we have a very special guest in our studio today. Meet Moira Dershowitz!"

The woman who had been rescued yesterday entered the hall to great applause. With a slightly wooden gait, which gave away her excitement, the woman walked to the hostess and sat down on the edge of the sofa for the invited guests.

"So Moira, yesterday you survived a kidnapping and then a miraculous rescue. Can you tell us how you felt at the time?" the show's host waited breathlessly for an answer.

"I-I was very scared, but I was more worried about my daughter... What kind of freak would take an innocent child hostage? And he wasn't shy about putting explosives on us."

"Do you remember who saved you? Was it Batman?"

"No. They were three lovely heroine girls. Two of them had been criminals before: Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, and the third seemed to be a newcomer, but I remembered her nickname: Mousey."

~Knock~

"Ouch!" Barbara Gordon rubbed her forehead where it had just hit the countertop. "I'm definitely going to nail Harley when I see her..."