6 Batgirl

"Bruce, huh?" Batgirl quickly thought of Batman. The Bruce Wayne. Now, here's another. Do all Bruce's know nothing but kicking the living crap out of people? But, this one didn't seem bad at all. Quite good-lookin', too. But, she'd leave it for another time.

"Something's the matter?"

"Uh, no," she waved a hand out. "My... friend. He also has the same name."

"Does he also wear a silly costume, too?" Bruce Lee smirked. Genuine question, too.

"Pfftt- no, no," Batgirl couldn't help but laugh. "I guess it's just me. I wear this to hide my identity, that's all. Can't have the whole world know who The Batgirl is, y'know."

"Right... costumes and crime-fighting; would never imagine that in a million years," then again, Bruce somehow time-travelled into a weird future version of 'Earth'. So, he can't deny the fact of people playing superhero. At least she wasn't wearing an underwear outside of her suit.

"So, can you tell me how you ended up here with Catwoman?" Batgirl asked out of curiosity.

Bruce Lee nodded. He explained the series of events that led up to this moment. His meeting with Catwoman, the battle in the halls, his kidnapping with Two-Face and the interrogation. Batgirl carefully listened, collecting as much information for future reference.

"I wonder what Two-Face was planning to do with that money?" Batgirl rubbed her chin in thought. Knowing Two-Face, it was probably for something big. There was no telling what that guy would do next.

"Beats me."

"I'll have to ask Catwoman when I find her again; if she knew Two-Face was hiding all that cash, then she probably knew why he needed it," Batgirl crossed her arms. "Anyways, we should get going, I contacted the GCPD not too long ago; they should be here any minute now to clean up the trash."

Bruce Lee and Batgirl left the warehouse and made their way to a dark alleyway, away from everyone else. A flash of light whizzed by as a car drove past the alleyway. There were a few cars on the road, not many would come to Old Gotham, especially not at night.

"Do you need a cab to get back home, Bruce?" Batgirl asked.

"Um, about that..." he scratched his head. "I don't exactly have a place to go."

"Are you homeless?" Batgirl was surprised. He didn't look homeless. His clothes looked outdated, but she just assumed that was his style. A more retro-lover type of guy.

"How should I explain this," Bruce pondered. He debated himself whether or not he should tell her the truth. He didn't think anybody would be able to help him. However, he was alone in this world. In this timeline. Besides, this 'Batgirl' seemed trustworthy; it wouldn't hurt to explain his predicament.

"I'm... I'm not really from around here."

Barbara tiled her head a bit to the side, "Oh, you're from another city? From another country, perhaps?"

"No, what I mean is - I don't belong in this time period is what I'm saying," Bruce explained.

"Okay, hold up for just a second," Batgirl quickly stopped him right there, trying to process everything he just said. "You? Time-traveler? Sounds a little far-fetched, don't 'cha think?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but what I am saying is not a lie. I don't know how to explain it any other way; one moment, I was at my close friend's apartment, then I suddenly ended up in the year 2015!"

Batgirl couldn't tell if he was lying or not, or if this guy was just plain crazy. Honestly, which sane person would say that they were time travelers? However, something in the back of her head told her that he wasn't lying at all. Even without the concrete evidence to back it up. Woman's intuition, if you will.

"What year were you from exactly?"

"1973."

"That certainly explains the outdated clothes you got goin' on there."

"So, do you believe me?"

"It's hard to tell if you're pulling my leg or not, and I need some pretty rock-solid evidence. But my gut tell me that you're not lying which is weird."

"Is there anyway I can go back?" Bruce Lee asked with hope.

"Hey now, you're asking the wrong gal here," Batgirl raised her hands up, an obvious sign of not knowing jackshit. "Time travel is way beyond my expertise. Besides, time machines aren't even invented yet. Not for at least another 100 years, probably."

"Then, there's no hope at all?" Bruce Lee leaned back against the wall and rubbed his face. He won't be able to see his family and friends at all.

"Hey, don't be so down, Bruce," Batgirl patted him on the shoulders. "I know a guy who might be able to help; he's a real genius - in fact, he's probably the smartest person I know."

"Who is he?"

"That- I can't tell you; confidential reasons and what not," Batgirl quickly looked over her shoulders to see if anybody was nearby then spoke in a quiet voice. "How about we go over to my place and talk there? I don't really trust this shady area, and I don't want people overhearing our little conversation."

"Yeah, sure," Bruce drew a heavy smile. Honestly, he had little hope left to ever go back to his family. Perhaps there was a tiny speck of hope out there that he can grab onto. But, it was simply wishful thinking.

"And one more thing," Batgirl raised a finger up to his nose. "Please keep this a secret; I don't want any paparazzies anywhere near my house 24/7."

"Yeah, I definitely hear ya," and this was coming from a movie star, himself. It was definitely annoying to hear those cameras fluttering every second.

"Good; now let me just change first, then I can call a cab over," she said, walking into an abandoned building.

Ten minutes later, she walked out without her suit. Batgirl was a gorgeous woman with full, red hair and a body that most girls her age would be envious of. Her body language radiated confidence as she walked out of the building in casual clothes. Batgirl stood in front of Bruce with a smirk on her face. Behind her was a small bag where she had stuffed her suit in.

"Wow," Bruce looked up-and-down at her. "I didn't expect the girl in the suit to be-"

"What, beautiful?" Batgirl crossed her arms. "Who says beautiful girls can't fight."

"Everyone has the chance to achieve greatness in martial arts if they diligently practice," Bruce Lee said. "And you are a shining example of it from what I can tell, Batgirl."

"Oh... thank you," she smiled sweetly, choosing not to look back at him but instead at the ground. It was a moment of shyness for her. "Oh... and it's Barbara. Barbara Gordon." The redhead twiddled with her fingers.

"Normally, I would never reveal myself to any strangers like this, but since this a special situation, I'll break the rules just once," Barbara said. "Hopefully Batman won't chew me out for this," she whispered to herself.

Half an hour passed, and Barbara and Bruce arrived at her house. Her father was out fulfilling his duties as the commissioner around Gotham, so there was no one at home. They both soon entered her humble, sweet abode. Bruce sat down on the couch and looked around the house. The walls, the kitchen, the ceiling. It seemed so ordinary for a girl who dresses as a bat.

"You need anything to drink?" Barbara asked.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you," Bruce Lee politely declined, shaking his head.

Barbara walked into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water and gulped it down. Bruce noticed a portrait of two people on the wall across from him. He slowly got up and walked towards the picture for a better look. It was a photo of Jim and his adoptive daughter, Barbara Gordon.

'It's the same officer from last night!' Bruce's eyes widened with shock. What a weird coincidence this was.

"That person you're looking at is my dad," Barbara suddenly said, catching Bruce Lee's immediate attention. She leaned against the arched doorway that split the living room and the kitchen. "He's a commissioner in the GCPD - pretty well known in Gotham."

"Yeah, Jim Gordon," Bruce added. "I recognize him."

"Wait, you know my dad?"

"Met him last night. He helped me out a lot when I got lost wandering the city. It was a heavy downpour, and I needed a place to spend the night. Your father was kind enough to bring me to a nearby hotel."

"Sounds a lot like my dad, alright," Barbara walked back into the living room and sat on the sofa.

"It's good to know that a sense of justice has been passed down through the blood line."

"His justice is... a little different than mine," she said. "He still doesn't exactly favor the whole vigilantism. Funny enough, he and Batman worked together."

Jim Gordon. He's a man who loves his job. Before him, the Gotham police were nothing but criminals themselves - rotten to the core. He changed that; made it better in a way with the help of the Cape Crusader.

At first, her father didn't like Batman. He thought of him as a lunatic playing dress-up, going around Gotham to act on his twisted form of justice. Now, they were like two peas on a pod; whenever Gordon needed him, well... he knows when to signal the Bat.

"Something tells me that he doesn't know about you being the Batgirl."

"Not. One. Bit." Barbara threw in a little smirk. "Anyways, I'll see if I can get in contact with the Bat - the genius I've told you about - find out if he knows anything about this whole time traveling business."