Girl Wonder
They were running fast, running hard and making damn sure not to look over their shoulders. A shadow flitted over the alleyway and 'Leggy' Lenny whimpered in fear. Big Chris and Mickey the Brick didn't bother to reproach their partner-in-crime, preferring to save the oxygen for running even faster.
If the shadow had been bat-shaped, that'd have been something different. Sure, they'd've had a bigger laundry bill, but there was something strangely timeless and reassuring about the old Bat. But ever since there'd been the new changes in this town, things had gotten too weird for words. It certainly hadn't done the general air of masculinity among the male members of the criminal underworld any good…
The alley curved gently, running along the backs of the warehouses on the corner of Fourth and Gordon, close to the docks. Mickey, who despite his moniker was in fact the brains of the gang, figured that if they could slip through between the old fish warehouse that Two Face's gang had been cleared out of last week and Gotham Gazette's backup printing plant, maybe they could get across Docker Street and into the back streets, lose her in Crime Alley—
It is true that advance planning is a good idea. However, neglecting the here and now for the future can be a serious mistake, as Mickey found out when a beshadowed figure plummeted out of the sky, a batarang connecting with Big Chris' forehead. The man with the glass skull dropped like a stone, out cold. She smirked behind her domino mask, tossing her head and flicking back her long dark hair.
Mickey gulped as a foot clad in a calf-length leather boot caught Leggy in the face, the stiletto heel punching a couple of teeth out of his mouth. The moonlight somehow managed to angle down between the buildings for a second, glinting off of a golden 'R' symbol on a small black oval background, affixed to her crimson tanktop and confirming his worst fears. Drawing out his switchblade, he made sure she saw it before very deliberately throwing it away. Maybe if she saw he was cooperating, she'd go easy on him—
As she slugged him in the face, he gave an inward sigh of relief. She had. And soon he'd be safe with the GCPD. As his vision faded to blackness, Mickey was satisfied to know that everything would be alright.
"You done yet Faith? 'Cause Dick needs backup on Eighth and Main, STAT."
The new Robin grinned, grabbing the nearest rope. She'd spent a coupl'a hours rigging this place a month ago, having found it made such a good bottleneck. "So what's ol' Elvis-collar got himself mixed up with this time?" she asked.
"Same old, same old. It's the Ventriloquist and Scarface and a bunch of their gang."
Faith frowned, clambering onto the roof of the meat-packing warehouse and springing into the air, easily snagging hold of a line connected to a streetlight. "Small fry. What's he need me for, a friggin' audience or somethin'?" Shit, she hoped the gang didn't have any extra muscle.
"There's a couple of strays bolting for it, Dick can't be in two places at once. And at least he isn't wearing green hotpants anymore."
Faith snorted, leaping atop a particularly hideous gargoyle and surveying the view of Eighth and Main Streets for a second before moving off again. "'Sides, they look a damn sight better on me."
Laughter reached her ears and Faith could imagine Babs sitting at her computer terminal, wrapping a strand of her red hair around a pencil and taking a sip of coffee from a Batgirl mug. "That's for sure."
Crossover with Batman.