DC: The Brave and the Bawdy

Titans: Try As They Mite

"I quite enjoyed it."

"Eh."

"Eh?"

"I don't know. I guess I just feel like I've seen that story done a hundred times already."

The young couple exited the movie theater onto the streets of Gotham. The woman was quieter and more subtle than her boyfriend, who walked, talked, and dressed with all of the confidence of someone who had never walked the streets of Gotham this late.

Indeed Lang was relatively new to the city. Still, he had hit it off quite well with longtime resident Wanda and the two were enjoying the most recent of their many dates.

"MAN, there's no one around," noted Lang.

"You... might want to keep your voice down," added Wanda quietly.

"Why's that?" asked Lang.

"Well, lookee what we have here!"

Wanda held back a groan.

A trio of unscrupulous looking individuals had just emerged from an alleyway. A woman with short red hair dressed in all black led them, with the woman and man behind her each towering over the couple's heads.

Wanda opened her purse and began digging through for her valuables. Lang held up a hand to indicate for her to stop.

"Now, now," he said, "I'm sure we can all come to a-"

"Why are you talking?" demanded the redhead, "This is a mugging, not a negotiation."

"Lang," whispered Wanda nervously, "Just give them what they want."

"Now hold on," said Lang loudly, "I'm not just going to sit here and-"

"Steph, hit him."

The enormous woman behind the redhead took one step and leveled Lang to the ground with a downward haymaker. Wanda gasp as she heard his head hit the pavement.

"Lang!" she cried.

"Let's cool it with the raised voices," said the redhead coldly, "Now, young lady, if you could open your purse back up and pick up where you left off-"

"Wanda..." grunted Lang, shuddering on the ground, "I won't... Let them..."

"GOD, still?" groaned the redhead, "Put your fragile masculine pride aside and just let us rob you already!"

The redhead punctuated the remark by placing her boot on Lang's head and pressing it firmly to the ground, slowly applying more and more pressure. Lang let out a long, pained grunt of defiance.

"Christ," sighed the redhead, "Guess we need to hit him harder. Steph, can you go see if we have a baseball bat in the car or something?"

"Why?" chuckled the large woman, "It's not like he can stop us anyway.

"This isn't about the money," said the redhead, "I just want to teach this punk a lesson."

"If a bat's what you're looking for, we've got you covered."

Everyone looked up to the roof of the theater to see where the voice had come from. Looking down over her edge of the building were a pair of imposing silhouettes with bat ears.

"Of course," continued Batgirl, "You should be careful what you wish for."

"No way!" cried the redhead, "Batman!? What are the fucking odds!?"

The woman standing behind the redhead wasted no time. She turned and sprinted away.

"Hey!" shouted the redhead, turning to her fleeing compatriot, "Don't leave us, you coward!"