Who: Batgirl and Open What: Doing what she does best When: Early hours of the morning, around 2am on the 16th Where: City streets, inside a little diner Rating: PG-13 Status: Incomplete
There were many people here who had the fighting on monsters covered. There was always someone to chase down the vampires, demons, werewolves, or whatever other creature that decided it was going to start killing people or try to bring about the end of the world. But humans could be monsters too. Something still needed to be done about them, so that's why there were people like herself and the rest of the Bat-family. Or that was what she told herself. When Batgirl hit the streets, it was never to find monsters of the supernatural kind, but of the human kind. She only brought stakes just in case.
Tonight she'd dropped right in on a drug bust, a shipment on it's way out of the state. Cocaine, by the looks of it. At least it wasn't going to be an experience like the last time she'd dropped into a drug dealing business. Never again did she want to experience that.
The front of the company was a simple little diner, while in the back, there was actually a were-house. Mostly it was believed they were two separate buildings, and now she knew differently. The diner itself was empty. After Cassandra had sent the first big man flying out the kitchen doors and crashing into a table, most people had taken off. Smart of them.
There were bodies of men littered all through the the diner and the back. All alive, of course, but very much unconscious and not about to start moving anytime soon. There was one man left, a skinny little nothing with a cheap suit and bad cologne. He'd been the one to cower in the back while all the others went infront of him. He knew what she wanted to know.
Currently the mans head was being held in a sink of ice cold water as Batgirl counted in her head, looking down at the man in almost a bored fashion. Eventually, she pulled him back out, the man gasping as water spilled all over the floor. "Who?" she asked the man again. Who was it that was running this set up, because it wasn't this guy, and who was the shipment going to?
"I'm not telling you squat, you fre-" he never really got a chance to finish his sentence as she shoved him under again If he didn't answer soon, she'd try hanging him over the edge of a building. That usually worked on humans.