Chapter 1
Steve was incredibly dizzy when he came through the portal, feeling like he was about to throw up, and nearly stumbled off the rafter he was standing on. The portal spat out Tony, Natasha, Clint, and Spiderman, then closed with an ear-splitting bang as Tony lifted his face-plate and doubled over, vomiting. Spiderman swayed unsteadily, then sat down on the rafter with a thump, putting his head between his knees and lifting his mask to expose his mouth like he was about to puke himself. Clint and Natasha both crouched down, clutching their heads, and Steve sat down on the rafter himself and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths until the dizziness and nausea faded. When he finally opened his eyes back up, he nearly toppled backwards off the rafter in surprise when he found himself face to mask with a person dressed entirely in black, a full face mask like Spiderman’s hiding their features and a stylized gold bat on their chest. A hand grabbed the front of Steve’s shirt, steadying him, and the person tipped their head slightly, then pressed something on their belt and gave a few hand signs. Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times, then asked, “Who are you?”
After a split second of consideration, he brought his hands up and signed the question as well, albeit probably not right if Clint’s snort was anything to go by. Despite not being able to see the person’s face, Steve could tell they were giving him a judgmental look. Then, finger-spelling along with their words, the person introduced, “Batgirl.”
Steve raised an eyebrow at her and she looked up as the familiar red-helmeted Jason dropped in through the broken skylight, landing with a heavy thump and stating, “Agent A said you called for backup.”
Steve waved awkwardly and Jason sighed, then pulled off his helmet to reveal a red domino mask and asked, “What in the french fried fuck are you doing here?”
Batgirl giggled and Steve reflexively scolded, “Watch your language.”
“No. Why the fuck are you here?”
Tony finally looked up and answered, “We were curiously about Gotham.”
Jason brought one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, then muttered, “You were curious about… Dammit, now I owe Little Red forty bucks.”
Batgirl patted his arm in a way that managed to feel mocking even to Steve and Jason grumbled, “Yeah, yeah, shut up. I know I shouldn’t bet against him. He’s just so cute when he gets all competitive.”
Batgirl patted his arm again, then, after a moment of thought, stated, “Whipped.”
“I am not whipped!”
Batgirl just stared at him, practically radiating judgement, and Jason wilted, muttering mutinously, “I am not whipped.”
Then he turned his attention onto the group and typed something into his wrist computer, ordering, “Come with me. B’s gonna be pissed.”
The Avengers who had come all got up and, at Jason’s direction, descended to the floor as a sleek red car pulled up outside.