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Squirrel Girl, still in her booth, piped up.

"Uh, Doc? You're in Gotham... And you're yelling at Gotham's protectors. So... maybe you should just stand down? Batman could probably beat you alone, but there's two of 'em here... So yeah, yelling at them's not a good idea!"

The guards looked down at the waiter, then back towards the main hall. "Alright, get to the back room and wait." he growled. He let the man go and headed towards the restaurant lobby, drawing his gun.


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That. Was. It.

Penguin had been sitting in his upper office when the sound of breaking glass came from the restaurant. Followed by several calls from his guards, and a nice little alert from his computer.

Batman had just smashed his way through the ceiling and was now terrorizing his patrons. Along with another Bat. He doubted either of them were the "real deal"......considering the real thing KNEW better than to just smash through his restaurant. If he wanted something, he could just sneak in and avoid the Lounge all together.

Not to mention the fact that he and several other big name heroes were still "missing".


....and the man outside who'd taken out some of the guards. The lanterns. Hundreds of dollars worth of repairs. Dozens of customers that were too afraid to come back now. Dozens that had fled from the Lounge without paying.


This.....this was it. This was the last straw.

And Batwoman did keep going; the Iceberg Lounge's layout here wasn't any different than in her universe, so she used her grappling gun to get back onto the roof, then snuck through the maintenance on the second floor (her more limber frame greatly helped her here), sneaking in just like Penguin had figured Batman would have-- and the way Brenda had initially wanted to go in the first place.

"Hello, Penguin," she said in her Bat-voice as she entered his office; she definitely sounded like Batman, albeit a feminine version of him, and it wasn't as if she were acting-- it was more natural than that when she spoke. "Sorry for the abrupt entrance; I told him we should've stuck to sneaking like we'd usually do, but I guess he wanted to be flashy for once."

And even then, Brenda was starting to doubt how close her universal alternate was in attitude to how she had been roughly a year before. Then again, he was a universal alternate. Not everything was exactly the same as she knew, as evidenced by there having been more than one Robin, an actual "Batgirl", and other things from the "other" Wayne's reality.

"So I noticed..." Oswald snarled as he turned around in his chair to face the other "Bat". "And with the other break-ins I've had within the last week or so, I may very well need to close down my business thanks the repairs an loss of customers you all have caused me."

While Doom began to order about Batman, M'gann cast her mind curiously out to the vigilante to see why the JLA had sent him. At the lightest contact to his mind, she recoiled, panting and as most humans would put it, 'freaking out'. Her hands trembling, she tried to figure out what she had just discovered. It couldn't be correct, could it? That Batman was a White Martian? No...she had to be imagining it. But the Martian mind was not hard to fake...or mistake for that matter. She felt faint and dizzy, wondering how on Earth this had happened.

"Too bad, Cobblepot; you've been giving away information. A lot of it," Brenda said, stepping closer to him and giving him a Batglare; at this point, it would be obvious that while she was not "the" Bat, she most definitely was a Bat, because only a Bat could glare like that.

"Now while we wait for my counterpart to finish up his little games downstairs... I suggest you watch your tone. Otherwise, you'll be eating through a straw for the next six to twelve months," Brenda growled.


Squirrel Girl, meanwhile, sighed. Vic sure was angry... and she looked to Miss Martian, eyes wide. Of course, Doreen was able to know, through her writer, who "Batman" really was... but she would be contractually obligated to play along. She didn't know at the moment, and briefly glanced up to the ceiling to communicate with her writer-- the problem was, he was being tight-lipped. So she still thought the "Batman" was really Bruce Wayne, and was concerned over M'gann's freak-out.

"Hey, Miss Martian-- Are you okay?" she asked, frowning.

Before the man Bat had made his way into Penguin's office, he had spun on his heels and slammed his chair into the opposite wall. "And what then?" he snarled. "You destroy my Lounge, terrorize my guests, and then put me in the hospital for the next month. Is THAT all you came here to do?"

When the other Bat walked in, he turned and glared at him as well. "You"....aren't back yet. I don't know what reality you two come from, but I won't have it! If the REAL Batman was here, he'd be rolling in his grave with the stunt you just pulled!"