Chapter Four
Barbara Gordon sat perched on the rooftop of the Gotham City Docks. She scanned her surroundings, looking for any sign of movement. She knew from hacking into the National Crime Database, that Penguin's shipping company was a front for gunrunning. She just needed evidence.
She stretched her right leg, allowing for a little more movement in the skin-tight costume she wore. The grayish black starkly contrasted with her pale skin and flaming red hair. The suit hugged every inch and curve of her body. Having taken up the guise of Batgirl only three weeks ago, and the fact she was a student at Gotham State University, she had so far managed to stay under the radar of a certain other "bat" in Gotham. 'He's got his hands full, what with the huge crime underbelly in this town,' she mused to herself. 'He should welcome the help.'
However, she had done her homework. Batman was reclusive. He worked alone, never gave interviews, and according to her father, was extremely secretive and evasive. She was just itching to arrange a meeting.
A side door of Pete's Fish Warehouse opened and two burly men exited carrying a large crate. Batgirl could not be one hundred percent positive it was illegal weapons. Clicking a button on her utility belt activated a super-sensitive microphone that could hear conversations several blocks away.
"Too bad he didn't cough up any info for da Boss," one man was saying. Batgirl strained to listen. "Wonder how many more he's gonna go through?"
The other man replied, "You heard 'em. As many as it takes." They hefted the crate into an awaiting truck. "That makes 5 so far. It's time to make a delivery to Seagate."
Both men entered the truck and pulled away. Batgirl clicked her belt again to turn off the microphone. "Well, that was enlightening."