"Canary! Come in!" Batgirl called out.
"Batgirl, that helicopter is going down. Readout says the engines are damaged." Canary's voice was more urgent than Batgirl had heard yet.
Damaged? But how? She hadn't attacked the-
Batgirl could've thrown herself out of the helicopter for being so blind.
"It's Khan. He's not on board. He knew I'd try to take him down up here, and he must've rigged the bird. Can you talk me through landing this thing?"
"Barb...there is no landing that thing safely."
"A crash landing then. I'm almost off the mainland I think. I can bring it down in the bay. Stop innocents from getting killed."
"Bats is gonna kill me if something happens to you. If your dad doesn't get to me first."
Batgirl couldn't tell if that was supposed to be funny or not.
The bay, even through the smoke of the helicopter, was gorgeous, reflecting the moonlight, and the cityscape. And it was getting closer and closer.
"Batgirl, you need to get out of there! Now!"
Batgirl shook her head, forgetting for a moment that Canary couldn't see her. "I can't yet. My cape isn't capable of gliding anymore, and a fall from this altitude would...well it wouldn't be great."
"No parachute on a rigged chopper I bet...damn...but the second it is safe, you need to jump. I'm on my way to the bay. I'll pick you up. Don't die on me, kid. That would suck for my reputation."
Batgirl ignored the word "Kid" as best as she could.
For the last few feet, she tried to gather her breath, and then came the time.
She pulled what was left of her cape around her, and launched herself away from the helicopter.
Water had never hurt more, nor had Canary's hand felt more like a godsend than a leather glove, nor the sound of a motorboat more like an angelic choir.