A Call for Help...

Suddenly, Kara hears it. A strained, muffled cry. Babs. Recklessly, Supergirl speeds to the location, not bothering to call the Watch Tower for support.

Bursting through an abandoned concrete bunker that lay hidden miles deep under Gotham City, Supergirl searches through the smoke and debris, desperately looking around the shelter.

Chained to the far wall, Kara sees her dear-friend dangling weakly. Batgirl wore only her mask, boots and gloves. The rest of her costume lay in tatters, ripped open to expose her bare flesh.

Supergirl gasps at the sight before her. At least she's still alive. That's all that matters. "Praise Rao. Hang on, Batgirl. I'm going to get you out of here. It's okay, you're safe now." Kara says, leaving the questions of who did this and why for later. Supergirl hurries forward in order to break the chains.

The moment Supergirl takes a step however, she buckles at the knees. Falling to the floor, her body goes weak. Her breathing increases suddenly, her skin growing hot, and her head swoons.

Emerging from the shadows on the other side of the room, a figure, garbed in a deep red and black cloak, steps out into the chamber.

“I am the Rapture.” I say, clapping slowly as I smile down at Supergirl. “Batgirl belongs to me now. So will you, Supergirl, should you remain here. This is your only warning.”

Supergirl groans, feeling the heat of her body. Growing warmer, she's not sure what’s happening as the slightest touch of her uniform on her skin makes her flesh tremble. Rising to her feet, she glares at me. "What are you talking about? What have you done to her?"

"Nothing at all. I found her in this condition."

"Ughh...” Batgirl groans, weakly lifting her head. Her eyes are barely able to focus on Supergirl. "K-Kara?"

Supergirl's super-hearing picks up a slight buzzing noise. Scanning with her x-ray vision, Kara can see a vibrating-device shoved deep up inside Batgirl’s body.

"Batgirl," Supergirl says softly, her eyes widening. "It's me... don’t worry, I’m here.”

"You bastard!" Supergirl exclaims, whirling back to face me. "You’re going to pay for using her in your twisted little fantasies."

Trying to ignore her own warming body, Kara’s heat vision shoots out toward the heavy chains, cutting through them with ease. Batgirl falls forward, slumping to the floor.

"If you want to take her," I say, making no effort to intervene. "All you have to do is pull the rod free."

Supergirl glares at me once again. "What rod? What are you playing at?"