How did Dick used to do this all the time as a kid? Batgirl wondered.
Beneath her torn cape was a city so vast, and so vile, that a bat soaring above it just seemed...right.
Right now, however, it didn't feel like the best thing in the world.
"Batgirl, where are you? Your GPS has you moving super fast. Can you fly now?" Black Canary's voice asked.
"Um...you could say that." Batgirl answered.
"What-Batgirl, I see a helicopter flying pretty low...are you on it?!" Batgirl could faintly hear the roar of Canary's motorcycle over the comms. She would've looked for her too, but the gunfire coming at her from the hull of the copter told her that there simply wasn't time.
The gunfire so far had been missing their mark, but that didn't mean it would stay that way. With part of her head exposed now, something had to be done and fast.
Batgirl put one hand above the other on the grapple line, and climbed.
Again.
A bullet hit her shoulder, nearly knocking off her grip.
Batgirl let go.
As she fell, she reached into her belt and pulled another grapple gun, and fired it into the open hull of the copter. She reeled it in, and in a matter of seconds, she was aboard the helicopter, looking the gunmen in the eyes.
Four guns, all trained on her.
Her thoughts raced.
Why didn't I use the right grapple gun in the first place? Could've taken them by surprise. Idiot, Barbara.
Raph?
Where's Dinah?
Batman would've already taken them down.
Dad…
Batgirl tried to put them all aside, then she flipped over a crate to kick one of the men.
I could've just used a batarang. Stupid. She scolded herself.
The man she kicked still had his gun. "Damnit." Batgirl mumbled. She dodged a shot and rolled forward, and as she came up, she rammed her elbow into his chin, then rolled him over her shoulder, and slammed her foot into his temple.
One.
She felt a shock in her body as a bullet slammed into her armor.
Then another.
Batgirl dropped to the floor on one knee, and even through her burning sweat, she felt the cold steel of the gun barrel on her exposed temple.
In an instant, though it didn't feel instant to her, she shifted her weight to her hand, and flung herself in a circle, knocking down two of her assailants, knocking their guns away, and if her eyes tracked the guns right, they were out of the copter. She flipped backward, and for a moment, in the breeze blowing through, she felt weightless.
When Batgirl landed, the batarangs from earlier were drawn in her hand, and she flung them.
They blew away.
"Damn." Batgirl grumbled.
By now her targets were back to their feet.
"I didn't want to use these." Batgirl said, reaching behind her back, onto the back of her belt. At a flick of either wrist, two batons extended from their handles.
Batgirl rolled forward into the center of their triangle, and sprung to her feet. In a quick snap, she impacted her batons to the temples of two opponents, knocking each of them unconscious. Then, following that momentum, she spun around and slammed her foot into the last one's chest, knocking him to the floor.
He was quick to get back up, but she was quicker in throwing her fist into his jaw.
She smiled. Her father had taught her his famous right hook.
Batgirl ran to the cockpit, and held a batarang to the pilot's neck.
"Land this helicopter! Now!" She demanded.
"Death before dishonor." The pilot simply said.
"No...please no!" Batgirl pleaded.
But it was too late. The pilot slumped down, foam dripping from his mouth, as Batgirl threw him aside, and took the controls.