Jaina interrupts White Rabbit and Batman.

“What’s going on?” a woman’s voice asked from that direction. It was distinct, like White Rabbit’s voice was. Unlike Alfred’s voice directly in his ear, this new voice carried across his memory.

“Oh,” White Rabbit commented, settling down. Her shoulders lowered, though her jaw did not unclench. She was relaxed, but ready… for something. “I didn’t realize you were here.”

“Where have you been?” the other speaker by the light demanded. “Is that… is that Batman? ”

“Hmm,” White Rabbit shrugged in a manner that was _almost _nonchalant, turning back to face him. “Probably. I mean, I never actually asked him if he was.”

“Don’t give me that. That’s him. He was here a few hours ago.”

As if he had needed any other indication, he remembered recognizing the other speaker as Jaina. Batman remembered having suspected it, but with her double appearing identical to her, he had partially dismissed it upon finding White Rabbit at the gym. This must have been the secret identical sister that he had originally theorized about.

Though, he recalled wondering about how that could have been. Jaina and White Rabbit had been seen publicly in separate locations. Was there really any way that her twin could have been kept a secret for decades?

And their voices… inflection and tone aside, they sounded identical. Did that mean something? He probably should have known for certain, but obviously, he wasn’t thinking at the moment: only well after the moment.

“Oh he was, was he?” White Rabbit asked back, not sounding particularly bothered. She was still staring with half-open eyes into his unseeing eyes. “I guess he must have been looking for me.”

“Answer the fucking question!” Jaina nearly shouted, distress stretching her voice. “Where have you been?”

White Rabbit rolled her eyes. Batman remembered putting together something he had suspected when he had first come to Jaina’s apartment hours earlier. Jaina’s explanations had all seemed plausible even then, but he had not believed her when she’d claimed that no one else had lived in her apartment. Perhaps this secret sister had had a history of trouble before this night, one that had **** Jaina to have to cover for her.

It was the best he could hope for, that Jaina was not involved in the schemes of White Rabbit. Aiding and abetting a criminal was against the law, but it was preferable to actively conspiring with one. If there was some dissension between the two, perhaps it might lead to him getting an opening, or at the very least stalling White Rabbit long enough for Batgirl to rescue him.

“Relax, would you?” White Rabbit replied, a hint of fatigue creeping into her voice. These two had frequent disagreements, he recalled deducing. “I’ve been across the street.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Jaina bit back. “He said-” She hesitated, possibly uncertain over how much she should say in front of him. Or had she just now noticed his unmoving posture and gaze, not really acknowledging their conversation?

“I’m not lying,” white-wigged woman defended, turning to face Jaina fully. Batman remembered noting how White Rabbit seemed to be avoiding exposing her sister to the hypno-tail. “Batman and I just came from the Alley.”

“He said…” Jaina trailed off again. “He thinks that you’re involved with something. He _was _looking for you.”

“Well, he found me.” Her gloved hand subtly gripped his bulge again. “And he’s very happy to see me.”

Batman groaned lowly at her renewed touch. Whether her sister could see how she grabbed him or not was unimportant; she’d definitely heard his response. He could not have hidden it even if he’d been fully present.

“He… doesn’t look right,” Jaina commented after a pause.He’d prayed her hesitation was due to concern and not something darker.

“What do you mean?” White Rabbit asked condescendingly. Yes, this kind of arguing had to be a frequent occurrence for these two. “He feels perfectly fine to me.”

“I swear to God,” the other woman snarled.

White Rabbit chuckled, raising both of her eyebrows at him. “She needs to get laid,” she whispered, though definitely loud enough for Jaina to hear.

Batman remembered wanting to look over at the other woman. Not to plead for help at that particular moment, but to compare the two women’s affects visually. His eyes were fixed on the bunny-themed woman whose expressions were often predatory. Jaina, on the other hand, sounded outraged, but there seemed to be something more than just concern for her sister’s well-being, more than fear of the consequences of what she had done.

He didn’t quite recognize it in his hindsight thinking, and without the ability to look at her, he couldn’t truly confirm it. Was it that there was something more than just lifestyle differences that caused their tension? Was it… envy?

Batman remembered hoping that it was not.

White Rabbit glanced over to her left, back at the door. After probably confirming that the door was in fact closed and that it was the only way out for any of them, she looked back at him. She winked.

“What happened to him?” Jaina asked, an edge of consternation in her voice.

“He… went down the rabbit hole, so to speak,” she answered airily. The wigged woman quickly shifted on her foot to look at her sister, cutting her off before she could reply- negatively, in all likelihood. “Not like that.” Her gloved hand on his bulge separated from him and landed on his shoulder, leaning on him for some small measure of support. “Not yet, at least.”

“Then like what?” Jaina demanded.

White Rabbit’s hand tightened on his shoulder. “I found a neat little toy earlier tonight. It helps put people’s minds at ease.”

“The fuck are you…” She sounded like she was shaking. “Are you saying you _hypnotized _him?”

“Don’t know if that’s the medical term for it,” White Rabbit said evenly. The muscles in her jaw were taut. “But yes.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jaina spat. The floor rumbled nearby, indicating that she was pacing a few steps in either direction. “You fucking hypnotized Batman? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

His captor’s head twitched to the side. A **** smile came across her face. Her voice dropped back into a whisper. “She really needs to get laid.”

“Stop fucking around!”

“Well this is your chance!” White Rabbit fired back. She breathed in through her nose, lowering her voice when she spoke next. “Batman’s right here, ready, willing and able. He’s all yours.”

Batman remembered hearing the silence he absolutely did not want to hear.

“No,” Jaina said after a moment. “No, I’m not interested.”

“We both know that’s not true.” Her hand on his shoulder finally loosened, absently sliding down his arm back toward his waist.

“I’m not interested,” she repeated, a bit more forcefully. “Whatever you did to him, you need to fix it and let him go.”

“We both know,” White Rabbit said, adding a bit of flair to her voice as well, “that you’re lying.” She smirked. “You can’t lie to yourself, after all.”

Batman remembered feeling confused by that comment. Was there something more to their relationship than just being sisters?

“We both know,” White Rabbit continued, “that you’ve thought about having a night with Batman for years now. That you’ve thought about just letting it all go for one night.” A pseudo-sympathetic pout crossed her face. “It’s been a few years, but you remember how it goes, don’t you?”

More silence. More _horrible _silence from Jaina. His hopes that her better angels would win out grew bleaker.

“No,” Jaina finally said, giving him an unmakeable opportunity to sigh in relief. “Let him go.”

“Hmm,” White Rabbit replied, unconvinced. “Maybe this will change your mind.” She patted him on the shoulder. “Grab her, Batman.”

Batman finally was able to turn his head to look at Jaina, seeing her slightly recoil with widened eyes at her sister’s order. As he would have expected, she was wearing mostly what one would consider to be sleepwear. A dark gray T-shirt loosely covered half her body down to her mid thigh. Just beneath the lower end of it appeared to be dark blue underwear that barely dipped below the hem of the shirt.

A quick examination once again made him think that she and White Rabbit were mostly identical, both in facial features and body type. Jaina had a slightly darker skin tone, but other than that, the two of them were so similar in appearance and even voice that it was no wonder how White Rabbit had been able to pass for her twin in the past.

Even in voice…

Batman remembered feeling a new sense of optimism, mapping out a new path toward freedom. His body automatically took a step toward Jaina, who flinched away from him despite the distance between them. “No!” she protested. “Batman, stop!”