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The whining engine of the sports bike grew louder as the rider twisted the accelerator back to its limits. Batgirl held on tight as the bike jerked into full speed; her cap flapped in the wind. Streaking down the night highway, the bike was in hot pursuit of a beat up old mustang. Batgirl looked in disbelief as the mustang jumped off road into the grassy divider. It slowed spinning the wheel around changing direction. She knew there would be little time to keep up with the criminals, as her current speed to catch them was well beyond a reasonable speed to reverse course; she had to act fast.
"These guys just won't give up!" She said reaching back for an item on her yellow utility belt.
Her arm raised up wielding a grappling hook gun aimed at the mustang. With one squeeze of the trigger a dart shot from the gun, tethered to a think steal braded cable. It pierced the truck of the mustang dead center. Letting go of the bike, Batgirl was pulled into the air, her cape opening up into rigid wings. She spun over once as she changed direction facing the criminal's car. She shook her head, allowing her blonde locks of hair to fall away from her face. With one hand on the grappling gun, she pressed a button on her belt and the motorcycle began to drive itself slowing down and entering the grassy divide.
The wind rushed past her face as the mustang picked up speed. She felt a rush run over her body, the night had become much more exciting than she could have ever hoped. That was until the shooting began. Hanging out of the back passenger door, a masked man aimed his pistol at her firing round after round. The bullets mostly were well beyond her general area, though she heard a few rip through her cape. The combination of her dark black suit, and the weaving in and out of traffic prevented the masked man from getting an accurate shot.
Options shot through Batgirls head. Batarang? No, moving too quickly. Flash round? No that would blind other drivers and make a real mess of things. Dart gun? She looked down to her belt. She had forgot to equip it. Just then another bullet pierced her cape.
"Come on Batgirl, THINK!" she said looking down at the masked man.
Focused Sonic Emitter (F.S.E.). Of course! She reached down with her free hand and pulled out the small black pistol like device; its tip glowing blue. She had to aim it perfectly at the masked gun man, else it would have no effect at all. She aimed, closing one eye looking over the barrel. She held her breath and pulled the trigger. Just then the mustang shot left changing lanes. The pistol did not make a sound, yet she knew it had done something. The change in direction repositioned her aim into the car just behind the mustang. The passenger winced and covered his ears before passing out in his seat.
Batgirl clenched her teeth. Guilt consumed her for only a moment, before another bullet shot passed her.
"Alright pal, I have had just about enough of you." She said aiming the F.S.E. once more.
She pulled the trigger and the gunman's eyes clamped shut as he let go of the gun and held his ears. The fire arm hit the road tumbling and sliding under cars, then out of sight. A pair of hands reached out and pulled the unconscious thug back into the vehicle.
Batgirl did not want to chance another gunman. She reached forward and pressed the retract button on the side of the grappling gun. As both her and the mustang barreled down the highway, Batgirl's distance with the mustang closed in. As she reached the end of the line she placed her black boots on the mustangs bumper. Suddenly the mustang slammed the breaks to avoid hitting a car in its path. Batgirl shot forward slamming into the back glass of the mustang. Her eyes only saw darkness as her face pressed tight against the tinted window. Both of her arms shot out gripping the frame as tight as she could. It only took moments for the driver to respond to her new position. The mustang began to swerve left and right, carelessly clipping cars alongside it.
Batgirl held on with all of her might. Both the quick direction changes and forceful impacts were tossing her body back and forth like a rag doll. She felt her grip slipping. Was this it? Was she going to fall to her death, while a dozen cars battered her into an unrecognizable state? Her thoughts raced as she tried to focus on a way out of this predicament. Her legs dangled in the wind as she fought to bring them back to the vehicles trunk.
She looked up as another masked man emerged from the backseat of the mustang. The ski masked covered all but his eyes and his mouth, which had curled into a grin. The thug aimed a gun at Batgirl. She looked at him, a sudden feeling of disappointment fell over her. She was going to die at the hands of a few petty bank robbers and soon the whole world would know who she really was. A once simple college student who had became the persona of justice and peace. Soon her friends would gather, stunned to know that Sarah Row, their beloved social butter fly, was none other than the Batgirl they had read about in the papers. She would have disappointed everyone.
A familiar whining sound broke the moment. Her bike! Both her and the gunman looked to the bike, as it appeared just behind the mustang. It had followed her tracking signal back to her location just as it was programmed to do in the event of a separation. She could not praise Wayne enough for his genius. Quickly she focused all of her effort on bringing her legs to the bumper of the car. Feeling her boots make contact with the hard surface, she pushed back leaping into the air expanding her cape once more. The gunman looked in disbelief as she drifted behind them.
The bike adjusted its speed keeping under her. She collapsed her cape falling onto the cushioned seat of the bike. Her arms shot forward reclaiming control of the handle bars and rippling back on the accelerator.
"I love you bike, you know that right?" She said with a sigh of relief. The bike did not respond.
She could just barely see the mustang up ahead now; Its one broken tail light was a blessing in the sea of lights ahead of her. She moved in and out of the cars and gained on the mustang once more. The chase had to come to an end. Too many lives were at stake and she could not risk the gunman firing though civilians at her. Her thumb moved over a red switch on the left handgrip. Flicking it, a small barrel shot out of the front of the bike. She waited for a clear shot, before launching the tracking device. Ridding in between traffic she saw the mustang change lanes once more. She fired the tracker. The silver round device hit the pumper and tiny metal arms sprung out latching to the metal.
Now all she had to do wait. They had to stop sometime and she would be waiting for them.
The mustang pulled into the dark garage slowly, its headlights off. Four masked men stepped from the vehicle. One man looked dazed, holding his head with one hand. Another masked man approached him.
"You alright Charlie?"
"I think so," Charlie replied. "What the hell was that thing?"
A gruff voice spoke, "What a pussy, sees da bat... shoots at her... then passes out."
"I didn't pass out Mac!" yelled Charlie, causing his head to throb more.
Mac sniffed hard, "Yeah? Well wha'd ya call it then?" He slammed his hand down on the hood of the car. The other thugs jumped.
"She used something," Charlie said. "I felt a loud pop in my ears then everything went black."
"Load'ah shit!" Mac replied, then pushed past Charlie to the trunk of the car. Charlie didn't reply and leaned against the car door, still holding his head.
"What now boss?" Another thug said.
Mac popped the trunk, "Tonight we will wait it out in dis warehouse. We got lucky escape'n da bat." He looked down into the trunk at 4 black bags.
"And tomorrow boss?" The forth thug asked.
"Tomorrow we get da hell out of dis shit hole and split da money. Charlie here," Mac glared at Charlie. "Has been nice enough to split his share wid us. To say sorry for his fuck up or what have ya's."
Charlie sat up quickly from the car, "Com'on Boss! That ain't fair now. I helped out just as much-"
"You damn near got us caught! Dat's what ya did!" Shouted Mac and Charlie looked down at the floor. "Now you's guys close dat door, and for fuck's sake will someone get da lights?"
Mac pulled the bags from the trunk of the car tossing them on the floor. He instructed the men to grab the bags and follow him as he walked deeper into the warehouse.
Batgirl landed quietly on the rooftop. Crouched down she pulled a small LCD screen from her belt. Looking down at the display she saw a green dot blinking at its center. The car had stopped here, in the most awful of Gotham's industrial sectors. Much of the dilapidated buildings were scheduled to be torn down, that was if the governor would ever sign the final documents. How terrible it would be that criminals would have fewer hiding places, she thought to herself. She moved slowly along the warehouse rooftop towards the roof hatch. She reached out and gave the hatch a tug. It didn't budge.
"Come one Batgirl, you didn't think it was going to be that easy did you?" She said to herself.
She reached back and pulled from her belt a small c-clamp like device. Placing its small flat feet between the hatch and the frame she began to crank on a handle. The clamp expanded, prying the hatch away from the frame. A loud popping sound came from the hatch and Batgirl cringed. She would not have the element of surprise making a ton of noise. She put the device away and slowly opened the creaking hatch.
A single ladder descended down into the dark room below. She stepped into the opening, her hands met the ladder, then began to climb down its length. The room had a foul smell to it, like dust mixed with damp molding towels. She moved one gloved hand up to her nose to deaden the stench. Why would anyone, even a criminal, hide in such a filthy place?
The room had little light, except a few cracks in dusty windows that let the moon rays cast in. The ground below her feet cracked and creaked as she took careful steps. The last thing she wanted was to fall through the floor and land, God knows where. At the far side of the room she saw another door, just barley lit by a small bulb that hung over it. She made her way to the door and reached for the handle. Anything could be on the other side. She took a deep breath in preparation. With a twist of the wrist the door popped open and light streamed in from its separation. She cautiously looked inside. It was a hallway, lit with overhead florescent lights. It ran down a short ways where it met a turn containing a staircase.
Batgirl moved slowly down the hall, her hand placed on a batarang just in case a quick response was needed. She reached the hall's end and rolled her head around the corner looking down the stairs. Not a thug in sight. She moved down the steps, which lead to yet another turn with more stairs. She kept close to the wall as she edged along it.
She finally reached the end of the final stair case which lead to another door. As she approached the door she heard muffled sounds coming from the other side. It sounded like voices mixed with the clanging of metal. She reached for the door knob. Locked.
"Well that figures." She said grumpily.
She looked down at the door knob. Fortunately for her, the installer put it on backwards leaving the screws facing her side. Batgirl pulled out a small screwdriver and began undoing the screws, carefully placing them in the palm of her hand. She slowly pulled the handle away from the door and she heard a clank on the other side. The other half of the door knob had fallen in. She quickly placed her ear to the door. The muffled voices were still maintaining their steady sound. Batgirl let out a breath.
Her finger entered the door knobs slot, and pulled back on the door mechanism. A soft click came from the latch as she slowly pulled the door open. Inside she saw it lead to a grated metal walkway, which wrapped around much of the giant warehouse. Below the walkway was the warehouse floor itself, full of boxes of various sizes. She took a step out onto the grated floor, testing its stability. It protested her pressure well enough, so she stepped out onto it. Looking over the railing she saw 3 figures down below. It was the men she had been chasing earlier on the highway, except now they had all of their masks pull up away from their faces.
She eyed them carefully sizing them up. Two of them looked to be about five-foot-eight, close her own height. They wore black hooded sweatshirts with the hoods down.The third towered over the other two, looking to be at least six-foot-four. He was much larger than the other men in general, wearing a black sleeveless shirt showing off his toned arms which were covered in tattoos.
Batgirl looked around the area looking for the fourth man. She knew there had been four when she caught chase of them earlier. Maybe the one she hit with the F.S.E. was still out cold? She felt a ting of guilt run over her. She had hoped it didn't kill the man somehow. She was not out for blood, but to catch bad guys and lock them up. She remembered Wayne reassuring her that it would only render its victims unconscious, and that put her thoughts at ease.
She moved along the grate quietly getting closer to her targets. There were only three of them; she had taken on as many as six before. The two smaller men would not be a problem for her, however she felt the big guy would put up more of a fight. Though the chase had been exciting, she could not help but think how nice it would be to be back at home relaxing in bed. She had a final tomorrow and tonight's "quick" patrol of the town hand turned into anything but simple.
Batgirl reached back into her belt and pulled out a small marble like white capsule. She perched on the railing gazing down at the men, then tossed the capsule down at their feet. It shattered and a think white smoke rose up from the ground. She leaped down towards them. The men coughed and shuffled their feet trying to escape the smoke. Batgirl entered the foggy area with a sharp kick into one of the smaller men's side. He flew back landing on the ground with a thud.
The smoke began to fade and she could see the two other men's forms in its sheets. The smaller shadow came closer to her and she quickly sent out a right hook connecting with the man's jaw. He spun around staggering away from her. The last form came forward, giant and towering. It's arms were open wide as it closed in on her. She ducked as the two muscular arms slammed together.
Batgirl moved quickly around the man kicking the back of one of his legs. The thug knelt down to his knees and she hit him across his head as hard as she could. It was like hitting a three hundred pound punching bag, it moved a little, but didn't fall. The man swung his arm around to hit her and she swiftly did a back hand spring away. The smoke was clear now and all three men turned to face her. One moved to her left and picked up a loose wooden plank off a pallet. Another moved to her right putting his hands up in combat position and the giant stepped front and center, his hands clenched in tight fists, face scrunched into a look of furry.
The two men on her sides came at her first. The one holding the wood plank swung it at her head, which she easily ducked. The second charged in with a knee and she stopped it by forcing both palms down onto its path. She whipped her head forward crashing the hard rubber of her mask into his mouth. Blood shot out from his face as he stumbled back. The wood plank came back for another assault and she blocked it with the padded side of her elbow length gloves. The board make a cracking sound on contact. She reached down to his wrist with the hand she blocked with and pulled the thug into a powerful knee that dropped him gasping for air on the floor.
She shot a look over to the giant who had just about reached her. His glare was of pure rage, arms open wide. Was he really going to try and grab her again, she thought. Hadn't he learned his lesson the last time?
Batgirl lunged forward, jumped and tucked into a roll shooting past the massive thug. She tumbled onto her feet and spun to face the three. One spit blood from his mouth, the other rose to his feet, while the giant turned to face her. She reached back for the F.S.E. and pulled it forward aiming at the three men.
"Okay, funs over boys. It's time for you to all come quietly." She said.
"Look boss, she has a little gun." one thug said laughing at Batgirl.
"What are ya going to do with dat darl'n?" Mac, the giant said. "You gunna to blow bubbles out of it?" All the men burst into laughter.
Batgirls face furrowed. Why did criminals never take her gadgets seriously? She aimed it at the thug holding the wooden plank and pulled the trigger. He dropped the plank instantly and covered his ears before slumping to the ground.
"Something like that." Batgirl said with a grin.
"Holly shit!" Said Mac raising his hands up non aggressively. "Now take it easy. No need to go switching folks off like dat now..."
"Now," She began, a hint of victory in her voice. "On your knees, both of you." They complied.
"Whatever ya say darl'n. We was just messing around with ya ya know?" He lied, with a smile.
"Right," She said, in disbelief. "Now where is the fourth-"
Just then Batgirl felt something hard hit her right in the middle of her back. She fell forward to her hands and knees, the F.S.E. slid out of her grip and across the floor over to the giant.
"I got her boss!" Charlie shouted from behind her. "I got her real good!"
Batgirl shot a glance over her shoulder at the fourth thug, who was now looking over at Mac with a smile. He held a led pipe in his hand, which she knew was the object that he just assaulted her with. She drew back a knee and kicked Charlie right in the shin hard and quick. He let out a yell and fell onto his back holding his shin.
She jumped to her feet, her back ached with pain. The three men still stood in front of her, but now Mac had the F.S.E. and it was aimed right at her.
"It's time to go to sleep darl'n," Mac said just before he pulled the trigger.
Batgirl felt her ears pop. The room began to spin as she fell to her knees and everything went black.
(look at Oedipus!)
