Confront Catwoman at the Gotham Museum.

Despite the discomfort of your current attire and the vast shift in physicality, your sense of duty propelled you forward. If you were to be Batgirl for the night, you might as well commit to the part. You'd already thwarted a crime or two. The more baddies you put away, the safer her secret identity will be from her father. As you sat on the bike, you couldn't help but wonder whether Barbara intentionally made you an exact copy of her to test your commitment to the cause, or if it was really just a technical mishap with that damned machine. Either way, you were in the thick of this now and there was no turning back just yet.

Catwoman was no amateur, unlike those earlier goons. You weren't entirely sure if you could take her head on by yourself under ideal circumstances. Being a carbon copy of your mentor only complicated matters further. But if the scanner was right and she was indeed near the Gotham Museum, then she surely had her eyes on some invaluable artifact. The museum's treasures were a testament to the city's legacy, and you couldn't just sit by and let her walk away with a piece of Gotham's history. Batman surely wouldn't allow it.

Swiping your screen to lock onto the museum's location, you kickstarted the Bat Bike and revved down the road, each bump reminding you of the tight-fitting suit, your vacuum-sealed breasts bouncing underneath. Every twist and turn in the alleyways became a challenge with your shifted center of gravity. Not to mention, the heels were far from ideal for bike riding or fighting or existing in general.

You approached the museum, knowing full well that if Catwoman was after it, chances are this was no ordinary trinket.

The darkness inside the museum was thick and heavy, and the only light came from strategically placed security beams. Each step had to be calculated; one misstep could alert the authorities before you had a chance to nab Catwoman.

You tracked down where the item was being kept, tracing it back to the Egyptian segment of the museum.

Sure enough, there she was: Catwoman, clad in black, caressing the Ankh of Alwaqie in her claws, an intricately designed ankh adorned with unknown symbols. The relic seemed to pulse with a strange florescent blue energy.

"So, Batgirl, came to play?" Catwoman's voice echoed throughout the room, dripping with mischief. "And here I was hoping the Bat would pay me a visit..."

"Sorry to disappoint," you squinted just like the way you practiced countless times in front of the mirror. "That doesn't belong to you, Catwoman. Drop it," you ordered.

Selina smirked, clearly undeterred. "Aw, Batgirl thinks she's up to par with Batman now does she?" Catwoman said in a tiny voice. "How about you come and take it from me, girlie?"

With that, you swung into action. Remembering Batman's training, you went mano a mano with the catburglar. You expertly glided, dropping down and sliding just beneath Catwoman's whip as she cracked it at you. Closing the distance, you engaged her up close.

In the midst of your skirmish, the Ankh was knocked from its pedestal, releasing a surge of energy. The room trembled, lights flickered, and the air thickened. Both of you paused, feeling the weight of the moment.

Catwoman, in a rare moment of vulnerability, locked eyes with you. "What have you done?!"

Before either of you could react, the Ankh's energy enveloped you both.