Batgirl escapes Black Mask and his team but doesn’t give up the pursuit of the mystery red-haired assassin.
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Batgirl’s right hand immediately went to the wound on her leg. Blood seeped through her fingers, but the pressure helped. Her left hand grabbed a Batarang.
She slipped out of the office, shouldering the doors shut, jamming the Batarang in the door handles and lodging them shut.
Stumbling into the lobby, Batgirl used her grappling gun to get her back into the ventilation shaft. Once there, she used one of her bolas to bind her leg above the stab wound.
That would buy her time to get back to the surveillance building.
In addition to that gear, there was a medical treatment pack.
Bullets cut through the office door.
Batgirl looked down and saw Black Mask, his handgun held out in front of him, rushing into the lobby. He looked around for Batgirl but didn’t find her.
Frustrated, he unloaded the rest of his gun’s magazine into the ceiling — well away from Batgirl’s position.
The red-head calmly entered the lobby behind him. “Batgirl’s either gone or dead by now,” the redhead commented.
Batgirl knew she very well could be if she didn’t get moving. But professional pride urged her to pull a Bat-tracer from her utility belt and drop it on the redhead before she did.
Later, Batgirl heard Dick’s sigh over the phone line she’d patched into her cowl’s communicator.
After the debacle that was her encounter at the Black Mask’s office, she needed to decompress. She should also report in to Batman, but she wanted a benevolent ear before she got an earful from the boss.
“Don’t give me that!” she said while maneuvering a turn on her motorcycle. The red-haired might-as-well-be-an-assassin was in a Mercedes up ahead.
Batgirl had picked up her trail via the tracer and a tracking program on her cowl’s HUD. So far, her target hadn’t noticed Batgirl. The vigilante played it safe; her recently bandaged leg couldn’t take a high-speed chase.
“What?” Dick asked.
“How many times did you go on solo missions?”
“Once. Against Boss Zucco when I was first starting out as Robin. If Batman hadn’t shown up, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“And I’ve been on lots of solo missions. So he already trusts me more than you.”
“Ouch,” Dick said. “And he’s out of town?”
“He wanted me to keep an eye out for this KGB girl and Black Mask.”
“And you thought it a good idea to confront them directly?”
Batgirl admitted to herself it sounded better on paper.
“I’ll be fine, Dick.” Batgirl paused as she made a turn to follow the red-haired woman.
She noted she was close to the high-end Barrett Marina section of Downtown. The rich elites stored their yachts here when not in the Bristol area.
“I never doubted you would be,” Dick said. “I’m just worried what condition you’ll be in when it’s over.”
“I patched it up. I’m fine. But trust me, I’m not about to go toe-to-toe with that lady again, not tonight. At least, not without dropping a few sleeping pellets first.”
The Mercedes up ahead made another turn. Batgirl was running out of buildings to hide behind as the area opened to the marina. She’d have to follow the rest of the way on foot.
“I do miss you having my back,” Batgirl said. “What were you doing up anyway, college boy?”
“I operated nocturnally for five years, Babs. Hard habit to break, even when I’m not out getting punched around by energy-wielding henchwomen or stabbed by —”
“Ha ha, Boy Wonder.”
Batgirl parked her motorcycle at the edge of the taller buildings. Ahead, the Mercedes continued through the lower level buildings housing the dockmaster, restaurants, and other features of the area.
“She’s pulling into the docks,” Batgirl told Dick. “I’m gonna have to go up top to keep an eye on her.”
“Use the Dallas Financial Building over on Court and 25th. Good view from there.”
“I’ll remember that for date night.”
“Whatever, Babs. Happy hunting. But the first sign of trouble, you call your father in, okay?”
Batgirl parked her motorcycle behind the building. As she reached for her grapple gun, she said, “Fair enough college boy.”
“College man to you, Bat-girl!”
Batgirl smiled. “Night, now.”
She disconnected the line.
Batgirl would have liked to continue the conversation, something to keep her mind off the beat down she nearly took from the ex-KGB girl.
That was stupid cornering them like that. She should have rolled the dice and told Black Mask the girl was working for SHIELD.
Even if it weren’t true, it would have rattled him enough maybe to unleash Han on the redhead and not her.
You always think of the better plan after the butt-kicking. Batgirl wondered if Dick or even Batman made those kinds of mistakes. Dick? Maybe. But Batman?
Well, he’s Batman. Of course, he didn’t.
To be continued…
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Copyright Info
DC Adventures, Copyright 2011, Green Ronin Publishing; Author Steve Kenson. Now it’s Mutants and Masterminds 3rd Edition
Advanced Player’s Manual, Copyright 2005, Green Ronin Publishing: Author Skip Williams.
The characters Iron Man, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Vanko, Black Widow and Nick Fury are Copyright Marvel Comics
The characters Batman/ Bruce Wayne, Batgirl/ Barbara Gordon, Black Mask, the Penguin/ Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, Renee Montoya, Commissioner Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Robin/ Dick Grayson, KGBeast and Bane are Copyright DC Comics
The character Juri Han is Copyright Capcom
None of the characters belong to me as this is fanfiction, done for fun, and as a creative exercise.
