Barbara just finished her shift at Burnside College's library as part of her student work scholarship. As usual, she checked her phone as she left the building. After a few swipes, she checked her phone's spam folder. It was his favorite way of contacting her, especially since his sidekick Robin went AWOL. [DC1: Lost all contact with Arkham. Will investigate and update status t -90 minutes.] Barbara checked the time stamp and was punished with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Nearly 4 hours had passed since the message was sent. Batman never missed a check-in by such a large margin. If he had ever trusted her with a name or phone number, she'd be able to tell if her worrying was justifiable or not. But he was the smaller problem of tonight if what the text message said was true.

Arkham housed some of Gotham City's less balanced individuals. The Joker and his madwoman Harley Quinn, Maxie Zeus, Two-Face, the Mad Hatter...If any one of those lunatics got out, the city could be in real danger. Barbara's thoughts went to her father, Commissioner Gordon. She tried to give him a call which was normal enough for when she got off a late shift. No answer. That certainly didn't help her anxiety.

It took all of her self-control not to sprint all the way back to her apartment, but Barbara took 11 o'clock train home, as usual. She was practically bouncing on the elevator as if each time she rocked from the balls of her toes to her heals would force the elevator an extra inch higher, but it was just in her head. She sped walked to her apartment and retrieved her costume - the Batgirl. He may not have trusted her with his identity, but he somehow knew hers and had rewarded her with an official Batman, Inc uniform shortly after her fourth or fifth mission. A definite upgrade from the cobbled-together cosplay mess that she'd come up with herself, but it retained the aesthetic so anyone not in the loop wouldn't necessarily put together that there had been any official contact between them.

Finally, she donned her cowl and pressed a hidden button on the side of one of the horns. A heads up display popped down over her eyes to scan her retina. [Identity confirmed: Codename - Batgirl] A few moments passed but it felt like an eternity. [Connecting... / Online / In Field: Batman - 03:12:48 | Nightwing - 00:35:38 | Batgirl - 00:00:00 / Set parameters] "Join current assignment. Reporting in 1 hour. The text next to Batgirl changed to [ - -00:59:59]. All but Batgirl's time appeared in red. Batman had apparently missed his check-in by over 3 hours and 12 minutes at this point. "Who the hell is Nightwing?" The HUD answered by flashing text across Barbara's vision [Codename: Nightwing - Alias: Robin I | Identity: ***REDACTED*** USER ACCESS LIMITED] "Of course." Barbara rolled her eyes.

Batgirl jumped from her apartment window. The rush of falling before her cape caught enough wind and allowed her to glide to the ground safely was just what the doctor ordered. A little adrenaline put her anxiety in its place. She rounded the corner and pulled out her motorcycle from its hiding place. The engine roared to life sending vibrations up Batgirl's spine. Batgirl wove in and out of traffic aided by her HUD, making her way towards Arkham Island at breakneck speed. She nearly didn't have time to stop when she got to Westward Bridge and found that it wasn't there. The steel supports were still hanging, but vines thicker than her had grown through the concrete that made up the bridge now lay at the bottom of Gotham River.

Batgirl aimed her grapple gun towards the supports of the bridge and pulled the trigger. The compressed air released and the hook found its mark. She pressed the button on the side and felt the familiar tug as the coil rewound itself and heard the gentle hum of the built in compressor refilling the tank. Whoever made this thing was a genius. From her perch at the top of Westward Bridge, Batgirl could see the damage done to Arkham Island.

In addition to the destroyed bridge, a forest had popped up overnight. Barbara knew where the manor and the asylum were supposed to stand, but there was hardly a trace of them from what she could tell. A line of cars were on the road to exit the island, but they looked like they had been sitting there for decades. Trees had grown and were splitting the concrete, either growing through the vehicles or pushing them to awkward angles as nature saw fit.

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Here's an AU intro for Poison Ivy into the Batgirl/man world. Up to this point, she doesn't exist to the characters, and I've given her a new backstory.

Let me know if there are any limits I should avoid or anything else I ought to know.