The amulets find their way to the Justice League.

Less than an hour later, several blocks away, Rebecca was proven right: the thieves lay against each other, bound by cable, with bruises rapidly forming on their heads and legs where several well-placed Batarangs had made their impact. The Batwoman herself, all cowl and gloom, towered over them with her trademark mildly-irritated glare, while the much livelier Batgirl crouched a few yards away. “Catwoman they ain’t.”

“Mm,” Batwoman replied, skulking over to the wooden box tossed carelessly on a chair. “It does seem like a amateur operation. And yet they knew exactly where the amulets would be, and they attacked right as they were delivered. Strange.”

“Know what else is strange? I mean, I know you’re the master detective and all, so I imagine you’ve noticed our criminals are buck-ass naked?”

“It had occurred to me. Not least because we could follow the trail of clothing right to this warehouse.” Batwoman picked up the box and carried it over to the bound trio. “Care to talk?”

The women remained silent. Batgirl rubbed her chin. “Hmm. They must be masters at resisting interrogation. Or they’re concussed.”

Batwoman opened the box, looking the amulets over. “They’re still here, which means…” She trailed off as something attacked her thoughts, a subtle sensation, undetectable to anybody who hadn’t spent decades hardening her mind. She clutched her head and the box clattered to the ground, sending one amulet skidding over to Batgirl’s knees. “Batgirl, wait—!”

Batgirl stopped, but her eyes didn’t, and they rested on the amulet for a long minute. Instead of reaching for the artifact, she reached for her cape, dropping it behind her. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s… I don’t know. Some sort of magic.” Batwoman reached for one of her gloves and pulled it halfway off before she realized what she was doing. Her fingers tightened around it and her arm strained, but she couldn’t stop herself, and the weighted glove thudded on the warehouse floor. She looked down to Batgirl, who already had her gloves off and the zipper of her bodysuit halfway down her back. Something about it seemed... wrong… but, what? “We don’t know what we’re facing yet. Get one of these amulets to the Watchtower. If it’s dangerous, it will be safer in the vault than in the Batcave or back at the museum. I’ll see what I can dig up with the other one.”

“You got it, Batwoman.” Batgirl picked up her amulet and clasped it around her neck, letting it rest atop her perky breasts. “It’s safest to wear it, right? No chance of it getting loose.”

“Good thinking.” Batwoman wore the other amulet. It rested over the insignia on her chest, covering it, drawing her eye… she shook her head. “And hurry. No stops. We have to learn the story behind these pieces.”

“Can do, boss!” Batgirl saluted with such **** that her entire body jiggled, and she rushed out of the warehouse.

Batwoman watched her protégé go, glancing at the bouncy ass resting just below all that red hair. Her fingers rested on her thigh, then inched inward—and she pulled them away. She had to stay in control. Something was going on here, and it was up to her to figure it out.