Laurel was having fun, she loved her canary cry, she loved beating up assholes, but she loved the rush the most. She quickly vaulted over the hood of the car, keeping an eye on the punk with the purse.

"Where the fuck do you assholes come from?" he shouted.

Laurel didn't reply, she hadnt picked up her voice distorter. Leaving her without her canary cry. Then the guy barreled through a window, Laurel couldn't be bothered chasing anymore.

"Felicity, is there anyone that will see me?" she asked, knowing Felicity would be on the comms.

"No one should see you, and the punk is making his way to where Queen consolidated used to be."

Laurel smiled. Another opportunity to try out her latest ability.

She crouched low, and with violent force a pair of black Canary wings, easily the size of a car, sprouted from her back.

Then she took flight.

she soared high, and quickly zeroed in on the robber. She began dive bombing, and landed directly in front of the robber. One quick punch to the nose and he was out for the count.

Laurel picked up the purse and began her stroll back to the victim.