A unexpectedly eventful evening

While Jason was fighting with her inter-dimensional double Kara was listening to a talk about man made verses natural disasters and their effects on the economy. Barbara was next to her taking notes while reviewing drug purchases in the financial database of the Falcone family…

“But wouldn’t socialist economic policies negate the effects of natural disasters?” A feminist asked.

The older lady teaching the class cocked her head for a second. She then took a deep breath and smiled.

“No, as a rule, Communism slash Socialism makes every natural disaster worst. Look at the Holodomor,” the professor started, “While it could be argued that the Holodomor started as a natural event due to a bad growing season… It was entirely the fault of the Communist planned economy and their desire to kill off the ethnic Ukrainians and the other undesired minorities in the Ukrainian country side.”

“That’s just Capitalist Propaganda!” the feminist shouted.

The Professor shouted for the feminist to shut up in Russian. Kara arched an eyebrow.

“Do you know why I live in the United States?” the professor snapped, “Because as a post graduate student in Gorbachev's Glasnost Soviet Union I wrote a research paper calling out the Party for their exporting of Ukrainian Grain harvests during the Holodomor an arrest warrant and a death sentence was issued for me. Fortunately, I was in Prague at the time on a school trip. A friend tipped me off and I took a detour through the American Embassy.”

“But…” the Feminist started.

“If you don’t believe me, come to my office, I have copies my degree, my soviet passport, the asylum paperwork and the Death Warrant I was given,” the Professor put her fists on her hips, “That is why your gender studies professors hate me, because I lived in their communist utopia and can speak about how it really was.”

“That has them riled up,” Barbara noted.

“Yeah. She has been mentioned many times by the Gender Studies department,” Kara said rubbing her ear rings and looking past the wall at their offices, “And yes there are her papers on the wall.”

*

Bruce was looking over the information on the firearm patients. Alfred was pouring a cup of tea for Bruce. Kara smiled at Jason fighting the training robot.

“I have a job for Linda Danvers,” Bruce intoned.

“So what do I have to do as a the Slavic slutty singer?” Kara asked.

“Matches Malone isn’t welcome in ‘the Union Jack’. That is the best bet to find some Yard Birds willing to talk,” Bruce noted.

“I think the Falcones are sitting on a big shipment of Afghan black tar,” Barbara said, “That’s what their financial statement are indicating.”

“Interesting,” Alfred noted, “And why do you believe that?”

“A few money transfers were sent out and some shipping payments that are consistent with the Chinese cartels that have been moving the Afghan poppy harvests,” Barbara said.

“Jason,” Bruce called, “quick dicking around and finish the round. Take Robin with you to find the stash.”

“What about you?” Kara asked.

“Master Bruce Wayne has an appointment to attend a red-carpet event for the pre-opening of the Victoria Beaumont Children’s center,” Alfred said.

“Who’s your date?” Barbara asked.

“Don’t get any weird ideas,” Kate said as she walked out of the elevator, “Bruce and I are representing our Aunt’s investment in Victoria’s charity before their death. And this is supposed to be low key ever since Carl Beaumont’s involvement with the mob was revealed when the Phantasm came to town.”

“Ok,” Kara said looking at Kate’s outfit.

Rather than an elegant or even fetishistic outfit like Selina would wear, Kate was wearing a seasonally fashionable turtle neck, brown slacks and flats.

“Ok,” Barbara asked, “So who is watching over you in the event of someone crashing that party?”

“Sets of evening wear are stored in the limo,” Alfred smiled.

“I will get Linda Danvers make up kit,” Kara said walking away, “What should she wear tonight?”

“Why not just what you are wearing already?” Jason shouted.

“Because this is too high end for trashy Linda to wear,” Kara shouted as she walked off to the disguise room.

“I don’t get it,” Jason said as he dodged a right hook.

“Kara wears high end and tailored outfits,” Kate said, “Linda is a cheap girl that wears what ever she can off the rake.”

*

“Linda Danvers” got out of the beat up 90’s Mustang and looked around. The south west area was the seedy parts of the city. There were a few bikes and other cars outside the seafood restaurant and fake British pub. Of course, Bruce had his own villainous persona, “Matches Malone,” but some times it was easier for “Linda Danvers” to get people to spill information to her. The problem was that the jerks wanted to try and screw her… The most she ever did for the dirtbags was a quick hand job with her gloved hand. She grabbed the beat-up pleather purse and looked at her self in the mirror quickly. Bruce’s disguises had benefited from augmentation with reverse engineered Kryptonian Tech. Linda looked at her brown eyes, blue eye shadow and dark brown hair with electric blue tips. Much shorter than Kara Wayne’s and no-where near the seemingly Nordic look of the rich kid.

“Hay Linda!” Shaggy, a biker called from the door of the Union Jack.

“Hay Shaggy,” Linda said in her vaguely eastern European accent.

“Here to sing for us?” Shaggy asked.

“I need a drink,” Linda said.

“Looking good,” Shaggy said looking her up and down, “Is a drink all you need?”

“Maybe a boy for the night,” Linda snickered, “If I can find any nice ones.”

Linda walked past the biker and into the pub. She paused looking at herself in a full body mirror. Black Nike Track Jacket that was 2 sizes too small, vinyl leggings, and black over the knee stripper boots that were a size too big. She looked around and spotted a group of “Yard Birds” close to the bar. She knew she had to attract them to her, she couldn’t just rush right over to them.

*

“Bruce, it’s been a while…” the woman’s voice was an echo from the past.

A shiver ran down Bruce’s spine as he turned to see the source of the voice… Andrea Beaumont, in a simple grey dress suit and an arm in a sling.

“What happened?” Bruce allowed the shock to remain on his face.

“You know about my encounter with the other angel in South America,” Andrea whispered in Bruce’s ear as she leaned in close to kiss his cheek, “Who is your bimbo tonight?”

“Hello Andrea,” Kate said as she walked around Bruce.

“You know my cousin Kate,” Bruce said, “We decided to attend this together to represent our family…”

*

Kara was getting all sorts of interesting information as Linda Danvers. The bad boys were trying to impress Linda in the hopes that they would fuck her, or at least get a blow job from Slavic singer. A former Falcone family enforcer was talking about what they knew about the remaining Falcone family operations, he was about ready to spill the beans on the stashes of drugs Oracle and Robin were looking for when some Congo Panthers came over and tried to get Linda’s attention.

“Come on Brotha,” one of the black Jail Bird goons said, “Relax man…”

“Fuck you traitor!” one of the Congo Panthers shouted and stormed off.

The Congo Panthers walked over to the back of the pub.

“What they wanted?” Linda asked.

“Black guys wanted to fuck a white bitch’s ass,” one of the Yard Birds sighed.

“Relax everyone,” the black Yard Birds said.

"They were really pissed at you for not backing them," another Yard Bird said, "Did they really think you would back them just because your black?"

"Congo Panthers think ever Nigga should fall in line with them," the black Yard Bird said picking up his glass.

“So what was that story I heard about machine gun murders in restaurant?” Linda asked.

“Yeah,” one of the Yard Birds said, “The boss man’s posh bitch brought us new toys, a few boys decided to try them out by ruining Stromwell’s place.”

“Fuck you Race Traitor!” a shout rang out.

Everyone turned and saw the goons from the Congo Panthers had gotten a few more young black men with guns and they all aimed at the black Yard Bird. They opened fired and shot the one Yard Bird member, killing him instantly. Some of the Yard Birds pulled their weapons and fired back. A stray shoot killed one of the Riddler Fangirls. The bitches obsessed with the green psychopath pulled out their own weapons and fired back wildly at Yard Birds and Congo Panthers. A stray shot took down Killer Chihuahua and they joined the free for all.

“Linda” had ducked under a bench seat for the booth. Around her people were making calls on cell phones telling their buddies that a gang war was erupting…

*

Oracle and Robin were above a warehouse that Kara had sent them a description of in her undercover role as “Linda”. They had been debating the best way to check the inventory of the warehouse. They got an emergency notice… reports of firefights were breaking out across the city as various gangs were attacking and ambushing each other across Gotham. Gotham was turning into a warzone. Robin went over and looked out into the streets.

“Jackals are forming packs,” Robin said.

“And once they form packs, they will get the courage to attack innocents,” Oracle said, “We need to break up these packs right away before they start hurting people.”

“On it,” Robin smirked pulling smoke bombs.

As Robin dashed off, Oracle started speaking into her microphone.

“Remember these are people, they are scared but they are trying to take advantage of a situation that they think will let them get away with stuff,” Oracle started.

“Remind them know there are consequences and they run like rats,” Robin responded, “I know.”

Oracle keyed off her mic, then looked in the direction of the Union Jack.

“Come on Kara, Batgirl is needed,” Barbara whispered, she then turned towards Gotham Academy, “Karen, you are going to have to watch out for the kids…”