Interesting...

“Greetings,” Alfred said standing in the middle of the main area of the Batcave.

“Hello Alfred,” Barbara said getting out of the driver’s seat of the Wayne Tech electric Pennyworth SUV.

“Hi Alf,” Dixie said sheepishly as she got out of the passenger’s seat.

“Miss Gordan, Miss Grayson,” Alfred said.

“Bruce brief you?” Barbara asked as she closed the door.

“I was the one that briefed Master Bruce,” Alfred said.

“Right,” Dixie rolled her eyes, “Of course you were up monitoring.

“Now go and change, into the gym uniforms ladies,” Alfred said.

“Are you two going to a Joan Jett impersonation contest?” Steph asked as walked into the main area from the locker room area.

“Har har,” Dixie rolled her eyes.

“Wow, you are hot Dick!” Tim said as he came out of the locker area.

Steph, Tim and Cass were clad in their suits, but no masks, cowls, capes, or utility belts. It was odd to see the three teenagers checking him, her… out. But Dixie noted that they were also checking out Barbara.

“Don’t Doddle,” Alfred said, “You have your orders.”

*

The Gym suits were just like their regular suits, but instead of the expensive armor built into them, they had weights and extra layers of padding to replicated the weight and feel, but not the cost. They also provided a hell of a lot less protection when you took a hit. Dixie was surprisingly taking less hits from the Zogger than “He” use to as Dick. It was weird, Dick and Barbara had a routine and a game plan together, but it wasn’t muscle memory anymore. Their bodies had different moves trained to the point of muscle memory between the two of them.

“Batgirl out,” Batman’s voice echoed across the cave, “Robin in.”

Barbara jumped clear and scurried out a trap door. Tim in his Robin Suit jumped in from a trap door on the roof of the box. The Holograms over the robotic mannequins had them as Riddler Thugs, and their moves were based on the Quiz Kids, cheerleaders who took their Riddler Fangirling and turned into Riddler Thugs.

“Blonde!” Dixie called out.

Tim used he staff to knock the machete out of the blonde’s hand before delivering a one, two combo to knock out the figure. A Latina came at Dixie with a pipe and Dixie countered with her batons, before giving the figure her own version of a One Two. It was different from what she would have done as Dick, but it was just as effective.

“Grenadier!” Tim called.

Dixie spotted the figure in the back of the chamber holding what looked like a Milcore Grenade Revolver, and on instinct tossed one of her batons and struck the figure in the head, knocking her down.

“Over,”” Tim called as he pole vaulted over Dixie and kicked the figure of a black Quiz Kid into the transparent wall.

“Thanks,” Dixie said looking over quickly at his adopted brother.

Dixie had only taken a split second look, but her Batman Training had kicked in and now her mind was going in all sorts of other directions, Tim’s muscular shoulders, his strong arms, his athletic build… Dixie was distracted just long enough for one of the Quiz Kid attackers to land a hit on her left arm. Dixie snapped out of it and focused on taking down the goons again. She quickly subdued the group before another wave started. Then the system shut down.

“Enough,” Batman called, “Nightwing, Robin… out.”

Dixie and Tim exited the chamber and stood in front of Bruce in full Batman mode, sans cowl.

“Nightwing, you are grounded until further notice,” Bruce said with all of Batman’s gravitas, “You got lucky and had the element of surprise on **** Stroke when you got your second chance tonight… But until you are back up to full speed with your new body and life, I don’t want to risk you getting taken out in the field.”

Dixie looked down at her feet, well her chest in the way of her feet.

“Robin, Black Bat, Spolier of them, Batgirl,” Bruce now addressed the rest his partners, “I expect all of you to practice with Nightwing to get her back up to par as quickly as possible.”

“Sure thing!” Steph smiled.

Cass nodded, while Barbara gave a thumbs up.

“Of course,” Tim slapped Dixie on the shoulder.

“Now I want a minute alone with Nightwing,” Bruce said.

Bruce waited for everyone to leave. After a minute it was just Dixie and Bruce.

“You nearly got killed checking out Tim,” Bruce said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“What?” Dixie tried to act surprise at the statement.

“Don’t bother,” Bruce said, “It was that same look the first time you realized Catwoman was hot.”

“Shit,” Dixie muttered.

“I am recommending you work with Diana and Artimis to get back up to speed,” Bruce said.

“You do know that…” Dixie started in a shy mumbling voice.

“You and Barbara are bisexual and polyamorous? Yes,” Bruce intoned, “I will be contacting Selina to ask for her help as well. This version of her seems to have a sort of Maternal View on you and the girls.”

“Are we sure that we will be talking to that version of Selina? I mean,” Dixie said.

“I know, I am not exactly who this altered reality expects me to be according to the logs,” Bruce noted, “But I have the feeling she will help.”