Batgirl and Black Canary chase down the Chechen.
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The Chechen and his right-hand man, Abram, had just fled the scene of several major crimes. They could not afford to attract police attention. This meant acknowledging traffic lights.
They figured they could allow for this; O-Ren Ishii and her ninjas occupied the costumed heroes. The Chechen figured they’d made a clean getaway.
It came as a great surprise to both the Chechen and Abram when Batgirl and Black Canary screeched to a halt in front of them at a traffic light.
Batgirl smiled at the look of surprise from the driver, Abram.
Black Canary did her thing.
She directed her Canary Cry at the hood of the Chechen’s sedan. The attack pressed the hood down, an impression of the engine beneath coming through its metal.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to stop the engine. Red light or no, avoiding police attention or no, Abram slammed his foot on the gas pedal. The sedan lurched forward.
Batgirl turned the throttle, speeding the Batcycle out of harm’s way.
The sudden acceleration nearly threw Canary off the bike. She grabbed onto Batgirl, causing the wounded vigilante to wince. Canary apologized.
The Chechen’s sedan sped through the intersection. It barely missed a minivan with the Uber logo in the window that was turning onto the street. Abram didn’t wait around to hear the minivan’s horn and its driver’s obscenities spewed in his direction.
Batgirl weaved around the van and pursued the Chechen’s vehicle.
“Get me beside him!” Black Canary yelled.
Batgirl sped up. Abram jerked the car intending to sideswipe Batgirl. She steered away and hit the gas.
Swerving back, she pulled ahead of the Chechen’s car but maintained a parallel course beside him.
Turning to the sedan, Canary let loose with another targeted sonic attack. At the same moment, Batgirl swerved to avoid an incoming car.
Canary’s blast carved up the pavement to the side of the sedan.
Abram sped up and veered to the side. The mottled front of his car aimed at the back of the Batcycle.
Batgirl eased the brakes and pulled to the sedan’s driver’s side. She maintained speed to stay even with Abram in the driver’s seat.
Black Canary blew Abram a kiss. He looked bewildered. Then Canary hit the side of the sedan with her Canary Cry.
The sedan’s door dented from the impact. Abram’s hands left the wheel to cover his ears. The car veered to the right, away from the Batcycle.
Batgirl glanced over and saw the Chechen yelling at Abram from the backseat.
Abram’s hands quickly went back to the wheel. He swerved the car back onto the street, narrowly avoiding a collision with a streetlight.
Looking ahead, Batgirl realized they’d moved into the Diamond District. At this hour, civilians were away. However, only several miles of road lay between them and the Chechen’s safety in the Bowery.
Still, this district housed some of the wealthiest merchandise in Gotham.
Racing as they were, they’d surely draw a police response. The GCPD meant well, but they could become a hindrance to capturing the Chechen.
The vigilantes needed to stop him here and now.
“In my belt! Right side, fourth pouch from the front!” Batgirl said to Canary. “Grab one of the explosive pellets!”
While reaching for the object, Canary asked, “Why the hell do you have explosive pellets?”
“To stop cars, among other things! When we get close, throw it at the engine! Do not throw it in the car!”
Abram abruptly turned a corner. Batgirl followed his maneuver but now was behind the sedan. She accelerated to catch up.
Abram tried to cut her off. She hit the gas and raced up the other side of the car. Abram’s attempt to hit her sideswiped a parked car on the oncoming traffic side of the street.
“Think I got it!” Canary said. Then a capsule fell from Batgirl’s utility belt and onto the street behind them. A cloud of smoke burst from the capsule.
“One pouch back!” Batgirl said.
Behind them, Abram swerved through the smoke but appeared barely in control of his vehicle.
“Got it!” Canary said. “For real this time!”
“Better idea,” Batgirl said. “I’m bringing you in close! Pin it to the side of the car!”
“Cuz that’s so much easier!” Canary said.
“Hang on!”
Batgirl eased the brakes. The sedan swerved away from the Batcycle and pushed ahead of it.
“I thought you said in close!” Canary yelled.
Despite the added distance, Canary threw the explosive pellet. It landed against the driver’s side of the front of the sedan.
Batgirl slammed on both the foot and hand brakes and spun the bike to its side. The vehicle slid down the street for a pace before coming to a stop. Both vigilantes put out their feet to avoid falling off the bike.
Reaching into the pouch with the explosive pellets, Batgirl pulled out the explosive’s detonator. She slid the safety off the red button at the end of the cylinder.
“Want the honors?” Batgirl asked, holding the device up to Black Canary.
“Your town, your explosion,” Black Canary said.
“Fair,” Batgirl said as she pressed the red button.
The sedan was a block away when the explosive detonated. The front driver’s side of the car buckled.
Abram lost control. The damaged vehicle crashed through a sidewalk newspaper stand, flinging papers everywhere.
Losing speed but still moving, the sedan next crashed into a storefront. Glass shattered. Metal bent. Alarms shrieked.
Luckily, the car didn’t go far into the establishment.
Neither the Chechen nor Abram immediately came out.
“Property damage a normal thing for you?” Black Canary asked.
“Thankfully, Batman has deep pockets,” Batgirl said as she climbed off the bike.
Black Canary followed suit. The duo cautiously approached the sedan.
Whew! Take some time to get over that adrenaline rush. When we come back, we’ll wrap up this “Birds of Prey” fanfiction!
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