Damian. He should be in his room, grounded. Should be.

"We'll grab Damian first while we're here. I grounded him earlier this evening. He should be up in his room. Should be..."

"He's here and you didn't look for him?"

"You try telling your son his father is now a gorgeous blonde woman," she folded her arms.

"Fair point," the two ascended, the elevator carrying them up to Wayne Manor. The dynamic duo darted for Damian's room. Creaking the door open, Stephanie spotted him laying in bed, facing away.

"Phew! There he is," she smiled to the alien girl.

Kara grumbled, frowning as she marched over and tore the blanket from the bed, revealing a stack of pillows underneath.

"Oldest trick in the book," Kara clenched her fists. "Tonight of all nights for him to disobey me and sneak out..."

"Easy, Bruce, we'll catch him. Any idea where he might've gone?"

"His Robin suit was still in its case..." she thought for a second. "I need to check if the costume machine has been used," she piped up, rushing out of the bedroom with Spoiler close behind.

"You locked his costume on the machine's menu, right? That's something you can do?"

"I did, but he may have gotten **** and selected one of the non-Robin costumes," she shook her head.

"But the only costumes aside from the Robin ones are... for the Batgirls...?"

"And one for Catwoman," Kara added. She wouldn't put it past her son to try something like that. "I didn't think he'd be willing to go that far just to spite me! Clearly I underestimated him..."

"Pfft! No way he'd get far in Catwoman's getup!"

The two opened the secret library entrance and descended back down to the Batcave.

"Alfred?"

Kara spotted the old butler typing away at the computer.

"Um... yes... Miss Stephanie, care to introduce me to your friend?"

"Alfred, it's me, ~Kara!~"

"I don't believe we've met-"

"For Christ sakes. Alfred, this is Bruce. Alien tech did this to him, we need to reverse it. He(or she?) can only call herself Kara. No, we're not joking." Spoiler rattled off.

"Master Bruce...? My word... I-I'm getting too old for this..." he rubbed his head. "We're going to have to purchase you an entirely new wardrobe!" He reached out to place his hand on her face, not believing his eyes. He'd seen too much of Gotham City to not believe in the impossible. With how urgently Stephanie he thought this to not be some elaborate haze.

"It's me, Alfred," she nodded. "Now focus. I grounded Damian but he's not in his room. Where is he?"

"M-Master Bruce, I was just trying to answer that question for myself," Alfred gestured to the Batcomputer. "I checked the access logs for the Costume Machine. The last two entries were from Damian and Harley Quinn," he pointed to the screen.

"Harley was here? She's not supposed to drop by unannounced," Kara frowned. "What costumes did they access?"

"Damian put on the Catwoman costume. The security feed shows him running into Harley shortly after, which she then tosses him back in the machine and he comes out looking exactly like her!" Alfred glanced between the two blondes and the footage. "I was unaware our Costume Machine was capable of such elaborate disguises."

"It's not. See that? Harley put in her credentials but also added a modifier code to utilize one of my experimental WayneTech disguise suits. What got into her?" She scowled, watching the recording of Harley and a Harleyized Damian leave out on a motorcycle.

"Any idea where they went?" Spoiler asked, Alfred pulling up the map of Gotham.

"It appears they're... here?" His eyes followed the suit's GPS icon, sitting atop the Batcave's location on the map.

TSHHHHHH!

The bay doors hissed, sliding open as a plain old car drove in.

"Who the hell is that?"

Spoiler looked to Kara.

Parking next to the Batmobile, the driver stepped out, revealing herself to be none other than Harleen Quinzel. Her blonde hair was tied into one singular ponytail, a pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, and she wore a button-up labcoat.

"Hey Stephanie, Alfred, uhm...and whoever you are..." she idly waved. "Is the bat around? We gotta figure some stuff out."

Kara zipped over to the psychiatrist, pressing her against the car door. "I'm only asking you this once, Quinn," her eyes glowed a fiery red. "Where. Is. Damian?!"

"He-he's in the car, blondie! See for yourself!"

Kara eased up, tearing the door from its hinges to reveal a second, more on brand Harley Quinn. Red and black, pink and blue pigtails, the usual.

"Hey, angry lady in the skirt, you see her? She's fine. Can you quit scaring my girlfriend now?" The other passenger was Pamela Isley, notably greener than she last remembered.

"Damian?"

"Yeah...?"

"Oh my god, Damian?!" Spoiler offered the bodysuited Robin a hand. She took it, stepping out as well.

"Where's my father?"

Without warning, Kara firmly embraced the Harley lookalike.

"And who is this crushing my ribs?!"

"That's.... your father...."

"Father?!"

"Hahah!" Harleen cackled, pausing when Spoiler shot her a serious look. "Shit, wait, she's for real. You mean to tell me the Batman is the skirt?"

"Makes sense," Pamela leaned on the car. "That little interrogation was enough proof for me," she shrugged, having been on the receiving end of that technique dozens of times.

"Does turning into a blonde lady run in the family or something?"

"Shut up, Harleen!" Damian snapped.

Kara released her son (daughter?).

"Harley, you're still on notice for doing this to him and for taking him out while he's grounded."

"It's Harleen, dollface. Harleen Quinzel. Pammy, your daughter, and I took an impromptu acid bath at ACE Chemicals. Reversed the effects the original batch had on me, y'know, the one that made me all crazy? Did the same thing to Pammy too. No more murdery plant serum," she pointed to her partner. "Oh, and you're hot as a dame by the way! I'd keep the look if I was you."

"Master Damian is Harley Quinn, Master Bruce is a Supergirl, Harley and Poison Ivy are now back to Harleen and Pamela Isley... Can this night get any stranger?" Alfred audibly sighed.

"Yeah, you tell her father! Er... mother?"

"You're not off the hook for this either, Damian! We'll talk about your punishment later. Take the suit off."

"I-well I can't. The chemicals she mentioned? They sorta fried this thing," she sighed.

Kara narrowed her eyes at her for a moment, silently scolding Damian.

"You're just going to have to cope for now. We need to find the rest of the Bat Family..." her gaze drifted to the map of Gotham. Two for two had turned into women. This was a worrying trend she hoped wouldn't be continued.