Who: Batgirl and Princess Azula What: A run in with the Pyro Princess When: Evening, around sun set Where: Streets of LA Rating: At least PG-13 Status: Incomplete
The sun was setting as Batgirl brought her motorbike to life and raced out of the Batcave, speeding down the streets to eventually merge with the night time traffic. She shifted the gear and tore off down the street, flying past traffic and narrowly missing traffic lights. Not ten minutes ago she had received a tip from one of the snitches she had pretty much abused into feeding her information.
Half an hour later, the sounds of a fight were dying down as her fist collided with the jaw of the last armed man who was guarding a drug shipment. Batgirl didn't often deal with the supernatural threats in the city. Leave it to people who knew how to deal with them the best. Someone still had to deal with the threats from humans. Killers, robbers, drug dealers, that was her territory.
Batgirl caught the man as he fell unconscious, and then literally tossed him into the pile of unconscious bodies she had created in the last thirty seconds. She scowled behind her mask at the pile of men, and then looked up at the truck infront of her. Loaded with drugs, money, and who knew what else. Cassandra hadn't fully found out what they were shipping, just that there was some drugs, and maybe even something else interesting.
Watching the truck for a moment, she then jumped from the street, to the hood, to the top of the machine, moving silently, her landings unheard. For all she knew someone was inside the vehicle just waiting for her to leave.