Winding down this “Birds of Prey” fanfiction! Black Canary and Batgirl finish up with the Chechen. Meanwhile, how’d Sonya do with the GCPD?
Black Canary had to hand it to Batgirl. Wounded though she was, the Gotham vigilante still handled her Batcycle with enough skill to perform a cross-city chase.
She also possessed a mind for tactics, snagging the Chechen with minimal damage to them.
Canary couldn’t say as much for the city, particularly the diamond store the Chechen’s sedan crashed into.
Their chase didn’t go unnoticed by the Gotham police. A siren cut through the night as Black Canary and Batgirl cautiously approached the mangled sedan.
As the female vigilantes approached the sedan, neither the Chechen nor his driver stepped out of the vehicle.
Hopefully, the crash knocked them out. Canary knew never to think she’d be that lucky.
Suddenly, the sedan’s passenger door flew open. The Chechen fell out of the vehicle. He held a gun in his hand.
Before Canary could react, Batgirl threw a bat-shaped object that struck the Chechen’s hand.
The Chechen yelled and dropped the gun.
Canary ran up to the Chechen and stood in front of him. He sat up, leaning back against the car while holding the hand injured by Batgirl’s attack.
“You’ve got me, screaming lady,” he said. “But do not think for a moment —”
Black Canary kicked the Chechen in the face. His head shot back and bashed against the sedan. He slumped to the ground unconscious.
Batgirl stepped next to Canary. “With your sense of tact, I’m surprised you and Batman don’t get along,” she said.
“I think it’s my sense of tact that got on his nerves,” Canary said. “And let the record show that I let this guy live.”
“So noted,” Batgirl said.
The Gotham vigilante moved to the driver’s seat. Seeing Abram slumped over the steering wheel, she turned back to Canary.
“GCPD can hold these two on some vehicular charges and property damage,” Batgirl began. “Their weapons were probably illegally obtained, so there’s that too.”
“Unfortunately,” Black Canary began, “blowing up the railcar yard probably destroyed whatever evidence of bigger crimes.”
Batgirl solemnly nodded.
“Life as a Gotham vigilante always like this?” Canary asked. “Get the bad guy, but they eventually get away to piss you off another day?”
“I think you’ll find that all crime-fighting is like that no matter which side of the law line you’re on.”
Black Canary thought for a moment. “Honestly though? The vigilante side is a hell of a lot more fun.”
Batgirl used a bat-shaped zip tie to bind Abram to the steering wheel. “No medical or 401k, and you could die pretty easily.”
“You’re too good at this to die easily.”
Batgirl acknowledged this with a nod. She moved to the Chechen and zip-tied him to the sedan’s door handle. “Not so bad yourself, Canary. Maybe we can use this to put in a good word with Batman. Have you around if needed?”
Black Canary held up her hands. “Thanks, but I can live without the Big Bat breathing down my neck.”
Batgirl walked toward the Batcycle. Black Canary fell in behind her.
“It’s not so bad,” Batgirl said. “Lots of neat perks.”
“Like explosive pellets and smoke bombs?”
“That’s just the obvious stuff!”
As Batgirl swung her leg over the cycle’s seat, Black Canary looked down the street toward the Bowery. Flashing red and blue lights turned the corner two blocks away. The accompanying siren grew louder.
“How tight are you with the GCPD?” she asked Batgirl.
“They don’t mind us vigilantes as long as we stay out of the spotlight.”
Batgirl started the Batcycle. Black Canary climbed on behind her.
“I’ll save my fame for the stage then,” Black Canary said.
“When are you touring again?” Batgirl asked.
“Let’s discuss that over a beer.” Canary did a double take, then touched Batgirl’s shoulder to get her attention. Batgirl looked at her. “You are old enough to drink, right?” She asked.
Batgirl glared at Black Canary, who shrugged in response.
“You’re very mature for your age, though,” Black Canary said.
Batgirl shook her head and gunned the Batcycle.
The vigilantes raced away just as the police cruiser slammed on its brakes to park behind the Chechen’s battered sedan.
Sonya stood in front of the burning maintenance building, her hands raised, and her Seattle detective badge in hand.
The GCPD personnel pulled in front of her at a safe distance. Uniformed cops assumed positions on their squad cars, weapons aimed in Sonya’s direction. SWAT personnel poured out of their vehicle and did the same.
Sonya didn’t take it personally; just the police doing their jobs.
The Seattle detective identified herself, yelling over the raging fire behind her and the wail of sirens. The SWAT commander crab-walked toward Sonya with an assault rifle trained on her.
The Seattle detective made no sudden movements.
Checking her badge, the SWAT commander lowered her weapon. “Gordon said he had a tip from Batgirl that the Chechen was working a deal at this location. What are you doing here?”
“Followed the Chechen here, got captured by O-Ren Ishii,” Sonya said.
The commander didn’t look convinced. Sonya added, “Ishii works for a drug lord from Seattle, China White. I’m investigating her.”
Sonya’s story still didn’t convince the SWAT commander.
“Call Gordon,” Sonya said without malice. “He gave me permission to snoop around.”
The commander looked at the building behind Sonya.
Smoke bellowed from the building. Flames clawed at the night sky, painting the rail yard in violent orange. The smell of burning oil and iron coated everything.
“That looks a bit more than just snooping around, detective,” the commander said.
Sonya shrugged.
Whew! Just one more chapter to close this thing out. Come back for the epilogue to this “Birds of Prey” fanfiction!
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