The real Barbara waiting for her.

Just as Dick stepped out of the chamber she was tackled to the ground. She locked eyes with none other than Barbara Gordon herself pinning her down. She was in a hoodie and some jeans, her hair in a ponytail.

“Who are you? And why are you stealing my costume?” She gave her a closer look.

“And my identity...?”

“It’s me, Babs. It’s Dick!”

“Grayson?” She scrunched her brows together.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“I stepped into that chamber and it thought I was you.”

“That... can’t be right. I only programmed that AI to get me dressed faster and to help keep me in shape.”

“It thought I was you, just disfigured or something. So it... corrected what it saw as the problem and made me you.”

Dick's face was beat red.

“Jesus, I’m sorry Dick. I was notified of a break-in.”

She got off of her twin and helped her to her feet.

“We’ll need to get ahold of Bruce so he can help us fix this.”