Batgirl tried to observe Laura’s face out of the corner of her eye. As far as Batgirl could tell, since she had first seen Laura, the woman hadn’t expressed any emotion at all. This greatly concerned the World’s Greatest Female Escape Artist.
Terror, panic, anger: with those feelings, Batgirl was prepared to deal. Laura’s complete lack of expression, though, unsettled Batgirl. ‘What has Nora done to you?’ Batgirl wondered.
Meanwhile, Nora Clavicle and her trio of stoogettes continued to gloat. “I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know, Batgirl, that your demise will be captured on video. I have battery powered cameras recording you from every possible angle. That platform itself is virtually transparent. The color will be a little off, but I’ll even have a worm’s eye view of your final moments.”
“You should be able to sell that video for a pretty penny, boss,” Evelina pointed out.
“Hmmm, yes,” Nora agreed. She smiled. “I’ll have to make sure Catwoman gets a free copy.”
“Nora,” Batgirl breathed, “I’ll see that you pay for what you’ve done to this woman.”
“My, my,” Nora tsked, “you just can’t keep from spouting off, can you, Batgirl, even when it puts you and an innocent at risk? You really should resist the temptation. The slightest move could upset that delicate balance, sending you both crashing down. Then I’m sure you’ll get my point – several, in fact.”
“Ha! That’s a good one, Mistress,” Vinyl praised.
“Shouldn’t we be going?” asked Doctor Jones anxiously.
“What!?” objected Vinyl, turning from the doctor to her boss. “We’re not going to stay for the finish?!”
“No,” Nora explained, “I feel it will be much more satisfying to leave Batgirl to her fate.” Nora moved so Batgirl could see her. “Facing death with just this vegetable for company will be so lonely, won’t it, Batgirl? You’ll reach the ultimate pit of despair, the second before you die.”
Nora turned and headed for the exit. “Come along, girls . . . eunuchs.”
Clavicle let the men pass. Then she stopped and put a restraining hand on Evelina’s shoulder.
“What do you think?” Nora asked. “Should I say it?”
Evelina turned back towards Batgirl and grinned evilly. “Sure. Why not?”
“Oh, yes!” Vinyl said excitedly. “You simply must! It’s your trademark!”
Doctor Jones rolled her eyes.
“Don’t . . . move!”
Nora’s parting shot having been delivered, the wicked women departed, Vinyl closing the double doors behind them.
Already the muscles in the back of Batgirl’s right leg were hurting. Pain radiated from several other locations, but the condition of their right legs was a matter of life and death.
Batgirl wondered about Laura. She seemed to be well-muscled, but there was no telling how fit she was. If either one of them faltered, it was all over.
“Laura . . . Laura!” Batgirl hissed. The last time Batgirl was in a similar situation, she was bound together with Jenny Akasofu. The spirit of that young co-ed had helped them to escape the Penguin’s deathtrap. Batgirl had to do something to kindle a similar reaction from Laura Hall.
“Laura,” Batgirl began calmly, “I can only begin to guess what you’ve been through, but you’ve got to snap out of it! I think I see a way to escape, but I’ll need your help!”
There was no reply. Batgirl didn’t have a choice. She had to proceed as if Laura would respond when the time came. If she did not . . . they were doomed.
“Okay, Laura,” Batgirl explained, “here’s what we’re going to do. On the count of three, I want you to start to lower your right heel, very slowly. Then, when I say ‘go,’ you’ll need to hop off your foot as high as you can. I’ll lift you up over my head and throw you clear of the spikes. If all goes well, I’ll be able to flip clear, too.”
Batgirl would liked to have tried to disentangle their arms and other legs first, but decided she couldn’t risk it. If they lost their balance, there would be no do-over. This was their one and only chance.
“Ready?” Batgirl asked. There was no response. “One . . . two . . . three!” Nothing happened. Laura remained absolutely motionless.
“Laura, I can’t do this by myself. You’ve got to help me,” Batgirl pleaded. “I don’t know how much longer we can last!”
Batgirl decided to try a new tack. “Laura, twice before Clavicle has planned mass murder. No matter what she’s up to this time, she has got to be stopped. Besides, do you want her to do to someone else what she’s done to you?”
Batgirl wasn’t sure, but thought she caught a flicker of a reaction out of the corner of her left eye.
“Alright. We’ll try it again. One . . . two . . . three!”
Slowly, ever so slowly, Batgirl felt her weight begin to shift forward.
“That’s it, Laura! That’s very good. Just a little more. Now . . . get ready . . . get set . . .
“Go!”
Laura sprang forward and upward, but weakly. Batgirl nearly lost her balance, but just managed to lift Laura. Fortunately, Laura wasn’t very heavy and Batgirl’s two locked limbs along with her now-free right arm enabled her to raise Laura above her cowl.
Batgirl’s right high heel touched the platform. Batgirl thrust Laura back towards safety, while at the same time bending her own right knee.
Batgirl executed a one-legged back flip. The two women ended up in a tangle of arms and legs on the black floor, but they had landed clear of the spikes!
The Dominoed Daredoll extricated herself from Laura’s unwilling grasp. Batgirl gave herself and Laura a quick once over. Remarkably, no bones had been broken when they hit.
Batgirl stretched. She was sore, but alive . . . and eager to get back on Nora’s trail.
Nora had left Batgirl in possession of her utility belt. Batgirl took out her cell phone and speed-dialed Lieutenant Mooney.
“Diana, this is Batgirl. Send an ambulance to–”
“An ambulance?!” Mooney interrupted. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” Batgirl gave the lieutenant the address of the warehouse. “The ambulance is for one Laura Hall. See if you have a missing person report on her.”
Meanwhile, a procession of two vans was pulling away from that very location. In the lead vehicle, Doctor Sandahl Jones was driving, with Nora Clavicle riding shotgun.
Vinyl, in the back with Evelina, was fretting. She knew it was risky to question her mistress, but . . . “I think we should have stayed until they fell. I’m afraid Batgirl might escape!”
Nora looked straight ahead into the nighttime traffic. “I’m sure she did.”
“What?!” Vinyl exclaimed.
Clavicle turned to face her kinky young protégé. “In fact, I’m counting on it.”
While waiting for the ambulance, Batgirl used her Bat-Light to conduct a quick search of the warehouse. She found little of interest, except a fairly clean blanket she brought back and wrapped around Laura.
Hall was still uncommunicative, but Batgirl was able to lead her to near the main entrance. They were there when the ambulance arrived, closely followed by Lieutenant Mooney in an unmarked car.
The EMTs took charge of Laura and gently ushered her into the back of the ambulance. As the patient was whisked away to the hospital, Batgirl asked Mooney, “Were you able to find out who she is?”
“Yes,” Mooney said somberly, “she was abducted from her apartment two and a half years ago.”
“Two and a half years!” Batgirl exclaimed in shock. ‘No wonder she’s in such bad shape!’
“She has no family locally,” Mooney elaborated. “She was reported missing by her colleagues at the Gotham Research Institute.”
Batgirl’s ears picked up. “The GRI? Do you know on what she was working?”
“It sounded pretty fanciful, if you ask me,” Mooney opined. “The file said she was working on an experiment that involved a laser pulse traveling faster than the speed of light.”
Barbara remembered reading about such an experiment at the library in the journal Nature. Physicists at the NEC Research Institute in Princeton, New Jersey, had first reported getting a light pulse to exceed the speed of light more than three years ago.
‘Why might Nora be interested in such an experiment?’ Batgirl wondered. Then she made a possible connection. “Doctor Sandahl Jones, one of the world’s most brilliant, if erratic, scientists, was with Nora. Doctor Jones was in a hurry to get somewhere. I’m guessing it was the Gotham Research Institute!”
“But why, after all this time?” the lieutenant asked.
“I don’t know,” Batgirl admitted. “Perhaps it took Jones this long to build something based upon the information they obtained from Hall. Then it might have been a matter of getting me out of the way first. Whatever the reason, I’m heading to the GRI right now.”
“I’m coming with you.”
Before Batgirl could say anything, Mooney cut her off. “Just because the Commissioner and the Chief let you have all the fun, doesn’t mean I’m going to cool my heels back at Police Headquarters. I think you need back-up.
“Besides,” Diana smiled, “if you go too fast on that putt-putt of yours, I’ll have to give you a ticket.”
Batgirl knew Mooney had a score to settle with Clavicle. She grinned back at her friend. “I think having you along is a wonderful idea. In fact, maybe I should be your back-up.”
“Then let’s go!” Mooney headed for her car while Batgirl ran to her motorcycle. The two sped off into the night.
Batgirl pulled her cycle up to the sentry house. The gate giving access to the two lane road to the building was raised. No security guards were in sight.
Lieutenant Mooney parked her car on the street and walked up to Batgirl. The two heroines looked into the gatehouse. It was deserted.
“This doesn’t look good,” Batgirl observed.
“I’ll call for a SWAT team,” Mooney proposed.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” Batgirl said, hesitantly. “We’re not even sure if Nora and her gang are here. On the other hand, if Dr. Jones has built Nora some sort of exotic weapon, it might be better if just the two of us try to stop them, as opposed to creating a mass confrontation.”
The police lieutenant considered Batgirl’s arguments. “Okay. Let’s leave the Batgirlcycle here and approach on foot. If they are inside, maybe we can sneak up on them unseen.”
“Good idea,” Batgirl agreed. She pushed her motorcycle up against the guard house. Then the two women scurried toward the front entrance, keeping low and staying off the roadway.
It was about a half mile from the main gate to the front entrance. Both women were in excellent shape, but neither Batgirl’s high heels, Mooney’s long coat, nor the lawn were conducive to setting any records in the eight hundred, eighty yard dash. As they approached, Batgirl and Mooney saw two vans parked near the front door.
“Those don’t look like they belong here,” Batgirl said, indicating the two vehicles with a wave of her right glove.
“It seems as if your hunch may be right,” Mooney said grimly.
The costumed adventuress and the plainclothes policewoman ran up to the main entrance. There was no indication they had been observed. There was also no sign of forced entry.
Mooney tried the door. It was locked, with a keypad on the wall next to the door. “What do we do now?” she asked.
“Let me have a crack at it.” Batgirl took an electronic lock pick out of her belt.
“And if you set off the alarm?” Mooney asked.
“I have friends in the police department,” Batgirl said drily.
Less than a minute later, there was an audible “click.” Mooney pushed the door open, but paused before stepping inside the building.
“We might still trip an alarm,” the lieutenant warned.
Batgirl poked her head through the doorway. Across the lobby, high on the far wall, she spotted a security camera. The camera was motionless, pointed at a thirty degree angle from the entrance. “Look at that camera, Diana. Not only is it not moving, but the red light is out. I think the security system’s been de-activated.”
Mooney looked at the camera, then the two looked at each other. Batgirl stepped into the lobby. Nothing happened.
Mooney followed Batgirl into the building. “Now what?”
“Let’s split up,” Batgirl suggested. “That way, we can cover the building in half the time. I’ll start on the top floor, at that end.” Batgirl indicated off to the left. “If we don’t find anything, we’ll meet back here.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see if there’s a basement.” Mooney pulled a police revolver out from underneath her trenchcoat. She cradled it in both hands, the barrel pointing at the ceiling. “Good luck.”
Batgirl ran off to the left, while Mooney angled to the right, both looking for a stairwell.
The building turned out to be even larger than it appeared from the outside. At the far end, Batgirl found a door leading to set of stairs. She quietly charged up two flights of them and found a myriad of offices on the third floor, but nothing of note.
Her search of the second floor yielded a couple of small laboratories. As on the floor above, though, there was no one to be found.
Batgirl returned to the ground floor. She checked a couple of conference rooms between the stairwell and the main entrance, but nobody was inside. Lieutenant Mooney was not back where they had entered.
‘I’ll give her a couple of minutes,’ Batgirl thought. She looked out through the glass into the parking lot. ‘Maybe those vans belong to the Institute. Maybe Nora’s not here after all.’
Two minutes turned into five. Batgirl resolved to go look for her friend. She hurried off in the direction Mooney had gone when she had last seen the lieutenant.
Finding no sign of the policewoman, Batgirl continued on to the set of stairs at the opposite end of the building. Cautiously, she crept to the basement.
Before long, the Caped Cutie came upon an impressively large set of doors, labeled “HIGH-ENERGY LABORATORY.” A smaller sign, reading “Do Not Enter When Flashing,” was posted under an inoperative revolving light.
Batgirl pushed the door open, no more than an inch. It was pitch black inside. Batgirl took out her flashlight, turned in on and pointed it into the darkness.
Suddenly, the lights came on!
The laboratory was huge. A gigantic machine, consisting of tubes, wires and conduits dominated the three-quarters of the room in front of Batgirl and to her right. A device resembling a dish antenna extended from the machine and pointed towards the far wall, which, like the floor, was black as night.
Dr. Jones was seated at a computer console, which Batgirl guessed controlled the machine, whatever it was. The six eunuchs, still wearing next to nothing, stood at attention along the wall to the left.
Vinyl sashayed away from Batgirl. The young pervert had turned on the lights. Her plastic outfit crackled as she assumed a position flanking Nora, some thirty feet in front and slightly to the left of the heroine. Evelina stood at Clavicle’s opposite side.
“I’m so glad you could join us, Batgirl!” Nora said with mock graciousness. “Lieutenant Mooney was tired, so we offered her a seat.”
Vinyl walked over to the wall next to the eunuchs and flipped a switch. A spotlight blazed on in the far corner of the room. Nora and Evelina stepped aside so Batgirl could see what lay beyond.
Batgirl stepped forward to get a better look. Diana was seated in a straight back-chair, sitting perfectly still. It appeared as if she was behind some sort of screen.
As Batgirl approached, she began to grasp Mooney’s situation. Thin wires were running from the two adjoining walls, trapping the lieutenant in the corner. Not only that, they were impossibly close to the policewoman’s body, including her face.
“Easy, Batgirl” Nora cautioned. “Those super-fine filaments are the sharpest substance known to woman. They are positioned less than a millimeter from dear Diana . . . except around her chest and throat. We gave her just enough room to breath and swallow.”
Batgirl stopped in her tracks, horror-stuck by her friend’s plight. Thin streaks of red ran across both of the Lieutenant’s hands, which were also surrounded by the merciless metal. Thankfully, her face seemed unscathed . . . so far.
“That’s right, Batgirl. If you were to try to cut those wires, you’d only succeed in cutting your colleague to pieces. They are so close to her, that when we first activated them, Diana got a free eye-lash trimming when she blinked.”
Nora paused. “Oh, dear. I hope she doesn’t sneeze. Gotham City’s most illustrious policewoman would then be sliced like a tomato. What a mess that would be.”
Lieutenant Mooney was in imminent danger of being segmented. She would end up like one of artist Damein Hirst’s creations, suffering the same fate as one of the first victims in the movie Cube.
Batgirl whirled to face Clavicle. “I swear, Nora, if she is seriously harmed–”
Clavicle interrupted Batgirl’s threat. “As I see it, Batgirl, you have two choices. First, you could start a fight or throw a smoke bomb or something. If you did that, however, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone or something bumped against the lieutenant’s boundary. That, of course, would have disastrous results.”
Batgirl glared at Nora, fists clenched, breathing deeply, saying nothing.
“Or,” the sadist’s voice took on the tone of a strict schoolmarm, “you can do exactly as you are told!”
“Alright, but only if you loosen those wires!” Batgirl proposed.
“Fair enough,” Nora agreed. “Sandahl.”
Dr. Jones slid a T-shaped bar on the panel in front of her. The wires pulled away from Mooney’s body, but still left her trapped in the corner.
“Don’t worry about me, Batgirl!” Mooney shouted. “Get them!”
“So noble,” Nora clucked, “but I know Batgirl well enough to be sure there’s no chance of that . . . and she knows me well enough to believe, since you’re a woman, I’ll let you live, if she cooperates.”
“What do you want me to do?” Batgirl said resignedly.
“Why, nothing much,” Clavicle said. “First, take off your utility belt.”
Batgirl did as she was told. Vinyl walked up and took it from her without comment.
”Now,” Nora said, grinning slyly, “just go stand in front of that antenna over there.”
Batgirl raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to shoot sub-atomic particles into me? Quite a painful way to die, I suppose, but it does seem to lack a certain style. A plain ol’ gun would work just as well.”
“Come, come, Batgirl. Give me a little credit!” Nora said with a tinge of disappointment. “Now, get on over there. I’m sure you’ll find the results quite . . . fascinating.”
Batgirl walked over in front of the antenna. She put her hands on her hips and faced her fate bravely, defiantly. ‘I guess this is the end. Nora’s finally tired of fooling around.’ Batgirl took comfort in the thought that either Diana, Batman and Robin or Batwoman and Flamebird would bring Clavicle to justice.
Nora stood behind Dr. Jones. A maniacal smile grew on the former women’s rights activist’s face, her eyes wide with excitement.
Dr. Jones looked back over her shoulder. Without a word, Nora nodded.
The computer genius flipped switches and then turned a dial. The lights in the room dimmed. Then a strange glow began to form in the dish of the antenna. There was a low humming sound, growing in intensity, as if power was building.
Batgirl was sure she was about to die. Her innate curiosity, however, dominated her thoughts. ‘What is this thing going to do to me? I can’t believe all this was just to shoot me with some sort of particle or laser beam . . .’
The Dark Angel of Gotham considered Laura Hall:
‘a laser pulse traveling faster than the speed of light.’
Z A P !!!!!
A bolt of light leapt from the antenna and into Batgirl’s torso. Batgirl felt as if she was being torn apart at the molecular level. The sensation ran throughout her body. The pain was excruciating.
Batgirl yowled in agony. There was no question of her not doing so. The sound was ripped from the bottom of her very soul. ‘Is this . . . death?’ she wondered . . .
. . . but Batgirl was still alive.
Suddenly, Batgirl began to sense a presence next to her. On her right, a human shape began to shimmer into existence!
Struggling to focus through her tears of anguish, Batgirl was astonished when she finally was able to recognized the figure that had appeared out of nowhere next to her. It was another Batgirl! except this one’s costume, and even her skin, were red!
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The pain abruptly stopped. Even more surprisingly, Batgirl’s position had shifted slightly. She was now a bit to the right of the machine’s antenna rather than directly in front of it. The pitch of the machine was now higher. What was most disconcerting to the Dominoed Daredoll, though, was what had happened to the room. Except for her own costume, everything in the laboratory was now different shades of blue!
Before she could react, Batgirl’s arms were grabbed by two eunuchs. Despite herself, she was fascinated by their blue skin! Then she noticed that there was a blue Batgirl, standing to her left and in front of the antenna, still suffering under the effects of the machine!
“Let her go!” Batgirl raged.
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The voice that demanded Batgirl’s release was low pitched. Batgirl could see that her red twin was now in the grasp of two of the eunuchs, but she was helpless to assist. Unable to move, it still felt as if the ray from the machine was wrenching the life out of her.
“Now!” Nora shouted at Dr. Jones over the howl of the machine. “Reverse the polarity of the chronoton flow!”
Dr. Jones flipped a switch. The ray continued to bore into Batgirl.
After a few seconds, Batgirl once again began to feel someone next to her. This time, a figure began to form on her left.
‘Has the pain driven me mad?’ Batgirl wondered. ‘I’ve got to be hallucinating!’
To Batgirl’s eyes, a third Batgirl was now in the laboratory – but this one was completely blue!
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The pain abruptly stopped. Even more surprisingly, Batgirl’s position had shifted slightly. She was now a bit to the left of the machine’s antenna rather than directly in front of it. The pitch of the machine was now lower. What was most disconcerting to the Dominoed Daredoll, though, was what had happened to the room. Except for her own costume, everything in the laboratory was now different shades of red!
Before she could react, Batgirl’s arms were grabbed by two eunuchs. Despite herself, she was fascinated by their red skin! Then she noticed that there were now two red Batgirls to her right! The closer one was in front of the antenna, still suffering under the effects of the machine. The other was held, as she was, firmly in the grasp of two eunuchs.
‘I have gone crazy!’ Batgirl lamented to herself. In bewilderment, she asked “What’s going on?” out loud.
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The voice that spoke the question on Batgirl’s mind was high pitched. Batgirl could see that her blue twin was now also in the grasp of two of the eunuchs.
Suddenly the ray cut off. The machine fell silent. Batgirl collapsed to the floor, conscious, but completely spent. The last two eunuchs came forward and dragged her to her feet.
“What have you done to her?!” Lieutenant Mooney demanded from her corner.
The red and blue Batgirl looked with concern at the exhausted Batgirl between them. Then, as if one, the three Batgirls turned their gaze on Nora Clavicle.
“I’m sure the same question is on all of your minds,” Nora began. “Sandahl, if you would please explain, with as little technobabble as possible.”
“Of course, Nora. This machine is the culmination of the project on which Ms. Hall was working, combined with research and theories of my own.” Dr. Jones looked at the Batgirl on the left. “You, to put it simply, are from a nanosecond in the past. To all of us, you appear red and your voice is lower pitched. That’s because you are, temporally, moving away from us. Just like the galaxies racing away from the Earth, you are red-shifted. To you, however, we all appear blue and all sounds are of a slightly higher pitch. We are in your future, rushing towards you in time.”
The evil scientist turned her attention to the Batgirl on the right. “You, on the other hand, are the original Batgirl pushed a nanosecond into the future. To the rest of us, you are totally blue and have a high pitched voice. Similarly, to you, I’m sure we all look red and the sounds you are hearing are of a lower pitch.
“It’s like the famous Doppler Effect one notices whenever a train goes by blowing its horn. The sound is higher pitched as it approached, then it drops suddenly as the train passes and pulls away.”
“But what’s the point?” the three Batgirls asked almost simultaneously, just barely out of synch. The effect was like a bizarre singing trio.
Nora was grinning widely. She could hardly contain herself. “Can’t you guess, Batgirl . . . err, Batgirls? I thought and thought about how I could subject you to the ultimate torture . . . and then, finally, I had an epiphany!”
“No!” three voices responded.
“Yes!” Clavicle declared triumphantly. “The ultimate torment! I’m going to tie you into a Human Knot . . . with yourself!!!”
The three aspects of Batgirl tried to jerk themselves free, but it was no use. The eunuchs grips were firm.
“You monster!” Mooney raged from across the room.
“Eunuchs!” Nora commanded, “Offer your Batgirls a seat on the floor. Then, ladies, it’s time to tie their legs into the Triple Leg Lock Knot!”
The muscle men forced the three Batgirls to the floor. The purple Batgirl – the Batgirl from the present – sat facing the red Batgirl, with the blue Batgirl on her left. Then Evelina, Vinyl and Dr. Jones bent over in the spaces between them.
Diving into their task with gusto, the three henchwomen tied the heroine’s six legs into a complicated tangle. When they were done, Evelina said, “Finished, boss.”
“Excellent. Now, eunuchs . . . show her!”
The eunuchs pulled on their captives’ wrists, wrenching the Batgirls backwards and splaying the heroines arms apart. Suddenly, they let go.
Batgirl looked at the mess of legs in horror. If not for the contrast between the red and blue Batgirls and her own costume, she doubted she would have been able to tell whose legs were whose.
The purple-clad heroine knew it would take a long time, with a lot of pulling and tugging utilizing their arms, to get free. She also knew there was very little chance they -- or she -- were going to get that opportunity . . .
“Eunuchs,” Nora ordered, “go out to the vans and get the platform.”
As the men left, Clavicle stepped up to admire the fruit of her fevered imagination. “Go ahead, Batgirls. Struggle all you want. Every time you try to move one leg, it just tightens the knot somewhere else.”
Nora was telling the truth. All three versions of Batgirl realized it, as well as the fact they would never manage to escape in the time allotted to them.
“But, just to be sure . . . ladies.”
Evelina, Vinyl and Dr. Jones stepped forward, each holding five of what at first Batgirl mistook to be candy canes. Then Batgirl recognized what they were carrying.
‘Chinese finger traps!’
“I do so hate having to use accouterments,” Nora lamented, “but I’ve come to the conclusion that a completely inescapable human knot just using body parts might well be unattainable. So, I’ve improvised. Those Chinese handcuffs are made of the same material as my Siamese Bondage Streamers. Not only will you find it completely impossible to remove your fingers, but they are far too strong for you to ever be able to pull apart!”
Despite the Batgirls best efforts to resist, the three henchwomen were each able to put the finger traps on the four fingers and thumb of a Batgirl’s right hand. Working together, Evelina, Vinyl and Dr. Jones next threaded arms, hands and fingers under knees. Then, finally, the digits of Batgirl’s right hands were joined to those of her lefts.
“Now, Batgirl,” Nora crowed, “flail about! Move around as much as you can! It won’t matter!
“You are human knotted with yourself . . . for the rest of your life!”
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