Barbara hopped on her motorcycle and sped to the Batcave. She swiftly dodged every car and truck in her path. Not even the cops would stop her. They had not a clue Commissioner Gordon's daughter was under that mask, but they did know that whoever it was needed to stay on the case or save lives. Nobody was going to stand in Batgirl's way.

As the wind grazed past Barbara's face, it brought back memories of Nightwing: laughing and swinging from the rooftops. Through tainted lives as heroes, their time together was pure. Through everything from Arkham outbreaks to cats in trees, the two were a team. She smiled at that thought of what they were and what they could be; he and her were a dynamic duo in their own right.

But then she thought of what he had become. God knows what he would do with that power, with that repulsive orange light. She knew how the power rings worked; she knew how they could change him. She knew how it could ease his pain and bring him pleasure. But why?

If he came back to life for her, she was all he needed. If not for that bastard ring, he shouldn't have changed a thing. The suit, the rose, his blue eyes and hard body were familiar, sexy, and new all at once. But it all left her as quickly as it came. One Dick Grayson flew into her apartment and another flew out.

But it didn't matter. Whichever Dick Grayson was back, she needed to find him. But first, she needed to help Bruce heal. If Alfred knew of Dick's resurrection, Bruce knew more.

Once she arrived she was in petrified in shock of all the rubble scattered across the Batcave. It looked as if it were struck by an earthquake, maybe attacked by Terra. But no, Barbara knew who was probably responsible for the mess. And the more she saw of it, the less she liked of him.

Alfred appeared at the top of the steps that led to the secret passageway linking the Batcave and Wayne Manor. He's spent the past several hours pulling Bruce from this hell. It tore him apart to see Barbara standing in it now.

"Ms. Gordon..." Alfred said, "Master Bruce is in his private quarters. He's weak but recuperating. He'll be well in time."

"Oh, thank God," said Batgirl. "Can I see him?"

"Absolutely, Ms. Gordon," said Alfred with a smile. He knew Dick's feelings towards Barbara as well as hers to him, but just the idea of a woman taking care of Bruce gave him hope for his master's solace. "Right this way."

When she saw Bruce, she couldn't believe it. The man who inspired her to be an invincible hero was beaten to death like a powerless civilian. She rushed to him and studied his wounds., It was apparent that the Bat was broken again, this time by his own adopted son.

"Its not as bad as it looks," said Bruce as he laid ridden in stress fractures and contusions. "I have the tech to accelerate the healing process."

"I know you'll be fine, you always come back," said Barbara. "But how long did you know? And why didn't you tell me?"

"You're even with him now."

Barbara looked away in shame. It hadn't been that long since she stayed dead herself. Bruce continued:

"No one else was supposed to find out."

"Why?"

"There's a... AHUGH AUHUGH HUH..." Bruce violently coughed for a moment. Barbara frowned in despair. "There's a secret database being made by Spyral. They're looking for our identities for what I believe could be for a number of things, anywhere from federal government registration to killing us in our sleep. Maybe both. If Dick went undercover for me, he could feed me intel on how they're getting their information, what they're doing with it, and how to stop them."

"And now that he's Nightwing again..."

"He jeopardizes everything and everyone. Myself, Alfred, your father, even you. You should have heard him. He wasn't thinking long term about you or anyone; he was just thinking what he could do, right now, for himself."

Barbra didn't want to admit it. Bruce has said some crazy things in the past but rarely was he ever wrong. Not only regarding the Spyral conspiracy but also with Dick. She saw it in his eyes when he flew out of her apartment as quickly as he came in. Dick changed, and the ring only made that change worse.

"I have to go after him. I'll get him to take off the ring. I'll-"

"You'll do nothing," Batman cut her off, "At least with him. Eventually, the ring will consume him. I don't know when or how it hasn't already, but it will. I don't have a contingency plan for an Orange Lantern Nightwing, but I do have a contingency plan for a defiant Dick Grayson."

"And that is?" Barbara asked.

"Failure." Bruce answered simply. "No matter where your father sent you to school, failure is the greatest teacher of all. And when he does fail, he will learn. Its how he became a better hero than I could ever be."

"Wow, you're right," said Barbara. "But what are we going to do? We can't just let him-"

"The orange ring functions on the user's wants and greed, amplifying the more selfish desires they satisfy. He wants to see you, so you're not going to go after him. He doesn't want to see me, so I'll be the one to bring him down."

Bruce's words disturbed Barbara. She understood his logic, but she knew exactly what he wanted from her.

"You want me to go undercover, don't you..." Barbara said.

"It's the only way we can ensure every vigilante's identity and safety. You've done more for this world than I or anyone can ask for as both Batgirl and Oracle. But your work as both could be meaningless if I don't know how to protect them. I went to Dick first because it would be easy for him to join undetected. He's practically my son. I thought he'd put us all before him like he always had. But evidently not. You are every bit as able to do this mission as I thought he was. We need eyes inside Spyral, and with all that's going on with the League, you're the only set of eyes left I fully trust."