I leap across the familiar rooftop landscape of Gotham City, the night air rushing against my face as my cape billows behind me. The city below glows with its usual mix of neon lights and shadowy alleyways, each corner hiding potential danger or someone in need. I've been perfecting some new combat moves, and tonight they flowed flawlessly during a scuffle with a group of thugs attempting to rob a convenience store.

The patrol has been relatively quiet by Gotham standards—no major villain sightings, just the usual petty crime to keep me occupied. My boots land softly on the next rooftop, gravel crunching slightly beneath my weight. The distant wail of a police siren echoes through the concrete canyon below as I make my way toward home.

After carefully storing my costume in its hiding place beneath some art supplies in my closet, I collapse onto my bed, exhaustion seeping into my bones. Gotham never sleeps, and neither does its Batgirl, but even I need rest eventually.

The next night finds me back on patrol, standing at the edge of a skyscraper with the cool breeze playing with the edges of my mask. Something feels off tonight, though I can't quite put my finger on it. That's when I hear it—a strange, otherworldly hum coming from directly above me.

I spin around just as a tear in the fabric of reality ripples open above the rooftop. Three figures tumble through the glowing portal before it closes with a sudden snap. They hit the ground in a heap, groaning in pain as they push themselves to their feet.

My hand immediately goes to the batarang at my utility belt as I take in the sight before me. Three women, each wearing a variation of my costume—each claiming to be Batgirl. My eyes widen in shock and confusion as I face these unexpected visitors from another reality.