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You slowly open your eyes, irritated at the noise that has awakened you from your slumber. Your hand searches around your nightstand before grabbing the source of the noise, your phone. The light from the screen pierces the darkness momentarily blinding you. When your eyes adjust, you see the name 'Bruce.' Tapping the answer button, you put the phone up to your ear.

"...Hello," you say groggily.

"Barbara, it's Bruce."

"You know, Bruce, there's this new thing called caller ID. You don't have to tell me that's it's you."

"Something urgent has come up," Bruce replies, ignoring your sarcastic remarks. "I need to leave Gotham, and I will be gone for at least a few days."

"And?"

"I need you to cover for me while I'm gone."

"Me?"

"Yes. Tim isn't ready to handle protecting the city alone. I need you in charge. I wouldn't be asking this of you if I didn't think you could handle."

"Alright, I guess I can be Batman for a few days."

"Thanks, Barbara. I have already told your father, and he's prepared to help in any way you need. Alfred is ready to assist you as well."

"Don't worry, Bruce. I'll manage."

You hang up the phone and set it back down on your nightstand. You simply lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. Were you really ready for this? Sure you've fought crime for years, but you've never been in charge of the whole city before. You realize that you will probably need some help to accomplish this task. Getting out of bed, you strip off the old, oversized t-shirt that you were wearing to sleep in. You take a moment to admire your naked body, from your perky breasts, to the neatly trimmed patch of red hair above your pussy.

You dress casually, yoga pants and a t-shirt. You grab your Batgirl costume and put it in a duffle bag. Now that you are ready to go, you need to decide on your first move.