“Ooomph!” Batgirl fell over and held up the spiky weed that she had been trying to excise from the ground. “Got it!” she yelled triumphantly as Harley shot video for the next Greenhouse Hullabaloo—a “sneak-peek behind-the-scenes spectacular on the world’s largest plant nursery.”
The greenhouse was laid out like a United Nations of plants. Flora from various countries were all growing side by side, divided only by narrow dirt walkways. There were farmlands, a cactus garden, a tropical paradise, and more. And all of it was overseen by Poison Ivy.
Luckily, once word got out, lots of Supers volunteered to help, even teaming up their complementary powers. Supergirl was surrounded by cacti, using her heat vision to create the dry air of a desert environment around them, while El Diablo used his fire power to regulate the temperature of tropical microenvironments. Meanwhile, Katana was using swords, one in each hand, to cut back the overgrowth and trim trees, and Catwoman was trying to coax the corpse flower, the stinkiest plant in the world, to bloom.
As Batgirl lay on her back, she looked up through the glass ceiling. “Hey, that one looks like a tree,” she said, pointing to a cloud.
Bumblebee lay down beside her. “It reminds me of the Bee Tree,” she noted. “And look, there’s a dragon!”
“I hope it’s not Dragon King,” Katana said as she joined them. “That would be bad news!” She singled out a cloud in the distance. “That one looks like a castle.”
“And there’s the queen!” exclaimed Bumblebee as she watched the clouds float by on a sea of blue sky. A queen and a castle, she mused. What a lovely thought.
“Okay,” Bumblebee declared. “I’m ready!”
She was back in the Bat-Bunker with Batgirl. The two had found a temporary solution to her battery pack problem. After taking several batteries, welding them together, and then supercharging them, they were finally able to apply them to the super suit.
“It’s heavy, but I can handle it,” Bumblebee assured Batgirl. “Give me a countdown!”
“Three…two…one…blastoff!” Batgirl yelled.
A brilliant smile lit up on Bumblebee’s face as she began to attain liftoff. As she flew in tight circles around the Bat-Bunker, Bumblebee felt light and happy, a feeling she hadn’t had since the Bee Tree crashed into her house.
“Okay,” she told Batgirl. “I’m going to do it!”
“You sure?” Batgirl asked.
“Better now, under test conditions, than out in the open,” Bumblebee said.
Batgirl nodded. “Copy that,” she said. “I’ll count you down again. Three…two…one…NOW!”
In a split second, Bumblebee went from big to bee-sized. Her heart raced with happiness as she swooped around the room, doing aerial somersaults and dips and dives. “Wheeeeee!” she shouted over Batgirl’s cheers. But suddenly she felt a jolt. “Uh-oh” was the last thing she said before the crash. “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! And did I say ‘ouch’?”
Batgirl was by her side. “What happened?” she asked.
“My suit misfired,” Bumblebee told her. “I wasn’t in control when I started to grow big again, and it threw me off balance so much that I was forced to crash-land.”
“Luckily, we weren’t outside, over a ravine, or in battle,” Batgirl noted.
Bumblebee nodded. “I am so sorry,” she said. She got up off Batgirl’s table, which was now flattened. Tools were scattered everywhere. Bumblebee felt awful. Not just sore from the fall, but awful in the pit of her stomach, and in her head, and in her heart. As she started to gather the tools off the floor, she didn’t feel much like a super hero.