Hot coffee went well with freezing winter mornings just as intertwined as Deirdre and planning. She already assessed the situation in over a hundred different variations. It dawned on her that he might've actually passed. This made her sigh. "Bruce I think this is preposterous. How am I supposed to do this? There's no time. Every guard reports in every 5 minutes with cameras everywhere." Deirdre complained as she glided to a nearby building.
"I know. But Batman isn't on a pay grade based on time. Lure a fool outside, make him talk and report in like he's tired of boredom." Bruce said.
"How do I lure someone outside? It's not like I can pretend to be a pizza delivery guy." Deirdre said.
"Use your imagination." Bruce said.
Deirdre swooped down into the protective shade of some bushes, on the roofing where Terry was held for what seemed to be indefinitely. She sat there wondering how in the blazes she'd be able to accomplish this first step. BOOOM!
"Deirdre what happened?" Bruce said racking up no sympathy or concern at the slightest. He checked her camera and say to be wasn't the worst of the worst. "I guess Terry couldn't afford to let our plan go through. You do remember what I taught you about improvising right Deirdre?" Bruce said.
"Of course. One minute to devise and improvise." Deirdre said.
Unspeakable things that would make one wince played out. Deirdre was piling up bodies left and right. She barged through a door with hefty stomps, and saw Terry hostage by Blight.
"Bit of a meaty shield wouldn't you agree?" Blight said. Flames were brewing from his hands, and if he had skin to show it you'd clearly see he was grinning. "Terry's a bit clumsy when it comes to fighting without his suit." Blight continued.
"If you let him go I'll ease your prison sentencing." Deirdre said. It wasn't supposed to go down like this.
"No. I don't think you would. And if you could, I'd resent missing the chance to kill this thumbtack I stepped on years ago." Blight said.
"Deirdre? Get out've here, he'll kill us both." Terry said.
"I'm not leaving Terry I –" Deirdre's jaw hit the floor as a crunch was heard. Terry's neck flopped back into place after being configured elsewhere. His body hit the floor.
"Ease my sentence after that. I can take killing Batman off my bucket list now." Blight said.
Deirdre's knees became friends with the floor. Blight simply walked over to her. He knelt.
"This is why you don't play with crime, because the law isn't the only thing that gets broken." Blight said.
Deirdre snapped out of it once Terry tackled Spellbinder. Terry's fist roughed up the guy's face to a considerable degree. Terry stood and swayed his gun to her face. "Deirdre?" Terry said.
There were no words. No grace period of acknowledgement. Not even a laugh in relief. She found herself comfy in his arms as he did hers. "Blight's coming for us, this place is gonna blow, and if I leave it's gonna blow up instantly. You've got to get this chip out of my shoulder." Terry said pointing to the chip.
"I came just in time to save the damsel in distress didn't I." Deirdre said. She made an incision in his skin with a blade, and forked the chip out like some bird digging for a worm.
"You two! I get to kill two Bats in a day." Blight said.
Deirdre cradled Terry in her arms and flew outside, Blight wasted no time after them. Blight was mad with laughter, but as he reached the night time sky, he was greeted with something far different.
"Your last flight, Blight." Delia said initiating the Batwing's firing mechanisms. Blight threw a gust of fire, and averted his flight pattern. Terry's trigger finger could've hinted he had ADHD. Deirdre settled Terry into the Batwing and flew after Blight.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Her pistol emptied itself on Blight. She got him in a grasp, and flew with him into the building they once inhabited. Landed face first, Blight coughed as he got up. His leg was inoperable when he came to his senses. He stumbled towards the door, and opened it. One limp outside and boom. He had no idea Deirdre had placed the detonator chip in his pocket. There wasn't a second more to his life after.
"Thanks Deirdre." Terry said.
"What about me?" Delia said.
"Thanks Deirdre." Terry said.
"Dickhead." Delia replied.
"You're welcome Terry." Deirdre said.
The city pretty much fell prey to the erosion of the storm that was crime. But Terry was safe, and his wellbeing reinstated. Bruce initialized an embargo of all of Derek Power's tint on his company. Soon Delia and Terry got to talking and decided it was a blessing to forgo.
"Deirdre. Sometimes I think what it would be like if we didn't reconnect. If I never got to see your beautiful smile. Your quirky remarks on my smarts. Your care for me. But I know if we lost eachother, there'd be one big thing that would've never happened. So I'll ask now. Will you marry me?" Terry said opening a box with a ring in it.
"… Yes. I will." Deirdre said.
Some remember a time when Batman was a just that. Batman. Delia picked up the Batwoman persona, and left some wondering where the last on had gone off to. He might've perished in this cesspool of a city. There'd be a chance he got sick of it, went too far down the rabbit hole. But Deirdre knew the truth. Where was he? He was next to her raising a family. A family in a better Gotham.