70’s hulk show? Huh. Didn’t know that was a thing. Glad I could remind you.

I thought it was cute.

I also like the undercover bit. Reminds me of the 70's Hulk show.

Barbara feels like the type of person to have a bunch of undercover names and aliases due to her main job as Oracle being an information broker. So imagine her just adding “Barbie Drake” to that list.

(Barbie Drake is the name I came up with for the undercover bit. Alongside Lena and Laurel Drake for Hel and Dinah respectively.

Also. I imagined this one dialogue today.

As Dinah exited Barbara’s room, she heard Helena sigh.

“Smartest person in Gotham. Out like a light by a milk bottle.”

Rolling her eyes before turning accusatory on her teammate, Dinah pointed a finger at her friend.

“Excuse you, very good milk. Filled it myself.”

The wide eyed expression on Helena’s face was priceless. Dinah burst out into laughter

“Kidding! It’s just full cream I heated up in the microwave. Honestly, mind out of the gutter, Lena.”

Helena was quickly walking off to their shared bedroom. Dinah couldn’t stop the grin from her face. “Aw, honey, what’s the problem? Are you blushing because you fell for it?”

Silence. Dinah followed her to bed, soon tucking herself In right beside her.

“You’re a menace.”

“Love you too, babe.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Heh, sorry.”

Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed. Someone else had a similar idea about Mary’s condition.

https://www.deviantart.com/getsomeof...Doll-776486189

They have other art. What did you think of the bottle scene?

That's honestly hilarious. Great job!

Also. We haven’t done anything with Babs drinking from a bottle. Could be cute to have that msybe during some of the undercover downtime. Picture something like Dinah coming over to Barbara in the couch with a bottle of milk.

“Okay, open wide, baby.”

And maybe Babs is a bit fussy, so Dinah had to tickle her a bit to make her open her mouth, then she starts drinking and gets sleepy. Dinah burps her and then talks about carrying her to bed. Helene’s is watching and maybe she makes a subtle quip. “Smartest person in the city. Weak to warm milk.”

I don’t know. The domesticity of it all.

I want you to know that while I was just daydreaming/attempting to sleep on vacation, I thought out this whole thing about how Batman goes to a director, learns there was someone who always seemed bitter about the show, and during a confrontation with the man who was sick of feeling under appreciated, Mary records his whole confession in secret and says “Oops. I didn’t mean to.”

And the episode ends with Tammy waking up to a heartfelt card from Mary, saying that she was always patient with her on set. Even if they’re not really family or even friends, Mary was glad they got to pretend for a bit.

…It's weird that Baby Doll only appeared in two episodes. Hm. They could’ve totally done a story about her trying to rebuild her life or something.

I was trying to write this wit some vibes of the animated series, I hope I did that right.

Okay. I wrote it out because I was bored on vacation.


Batman and his two crime fighting partners burst into the hideout of one Mary Dahl, former child actress with a rare medical condition that halted her hormones and kept herself from growing up past the age of about six.

Recently, one of her co stars had been reported deceased by unknown sources, and given how Baby Doll had been seen to kidnap her former co stars in a bizarre attempt to re capture her sense of belonging, it was only obvious to check out all angles of the potential assassin.

Mary’s hideout was styled like a sitcom house, a two story house with stairs that lead upwards into bedrooms, and the first floor a combination of kitchen and living room.

The woman of the hour was sitting at the table, reading something, as Batman slowly entered. Robin ran in front, smacking his hands on the table to get Mary’s attention.

“Alright, eyes on us and don’t try anything funny.”

Mary glared, before her voice split into a yell.

“Mariam! Help!”

A sharply dressed woman entered the room, Mary’s personal assistant and at times bodyguard or caretaker. She had been appointed to help Mary with her condition.

Batgirl and Robin expected a fight, only to be surprised when Mary was simply lifted into the assistant’s arms, laid down on a plastic mat, and…

Was soon being put through a diaper change procedure, her purple panties spilled to her ankles to show off the plastic padding beneath.

The masked maiden, Batgirl, spoke first. Barbara might be aware if the condition, by she didn’t know if meant anything like… this.

“Um. Are you…?”

Mary rolled her eyes, her mature voice dry and ill fitting with her appearance.

“This condition has some unfortunate consequences. My biography mentions them, if you care to read?”

Mariam was quick to work, not even grimacing at the scents. This was her job, after all. Meanwhile, the caped crusaders were occupying themselves in varying ways. Batgirl was scanning for clues, Robin turned away, and Batman was starting to converse the case.

“One of your fellow actresses in Love That Baby, Tammy Vance, was almost killed last night.”

A hum as Mary was wiped.

“Tammy? Oh, that’s a shame. Her voice became more childish, slipping into the baby doll persona, “she was such a nice big sissy.”

Mariam taped the fresh diaper over Mary’s waist, sliding up a purple cover before letting Mary to her feet.

“Look, I haven’t been in a lot of contact with my old cast. But you should know I’m perfectly innocent. If you think it’s a conspiracy? Don’t ask actors. Ask the people behind the scenes.”

She walked up on a step ladder, opening a drinks cabinet.

“Can I get you all anything? Mariam makes sure I have good variety. I get enough milk bottle jokes at the markets. Tea, coffee?”

Robin raised an eyebrow. He’d recovered from the initial shock, although still a little awkward.

“Sorry. No drinking on work nights.”

A roll of the eyes.

“Straight edge. Probably ain’t old enough anyway.”

Batman was still focused.

“People say you’ve been going straight. If you want to prove it, you can tell us what you know.”

Strutting like a professional, Mariam’s arms were crossed.

“Miss Dahl will inform the authorities if anything occurs. Now, that will be all.”

With a last stare and a wave from the actress, the trio of crime fighters left the room. Mary sighed, sipping her wine.

“Honestly. You do one bad thing and they never let it go…”

Mariam’s lips didn’t become a smile, but her voice did gain a slight amused lilt.

“Well, you did abduct your old cast, have them dressed in their old costumes, and plan to have them blown up by dynamite in a birthday cake.”

A pout, then a faux innocent look.

“I didn’ mean to…”
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