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.”
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