Re: Free For All
By the time Batgirl arrived, the prison was elbows-deep in chaos. There were a few costumed types fighting the inmates so far, including some she wouldn't have recognized or foreseen. The woman in purple she recognized as the Huntress. The man in the helmet was unknown to her, while at the same time there were certain aspects of his body language and techniques that were familiar. And while she'd seen pictures of the man with the red-and-blue costume adorned with black spiders and webs, he was on file in the Batcave and the Clocktower as a possible criminal.
She really didn't have the time, space, or energy to deal with the people who were helping out, even if she did notice that there were a few dead bodies at their feet. In fact, there was something she had to do before anything else. Someone she had to check on.
Inmates were pouring into the open from the entrance to a hallway up ahead, so she raced to the mouth of it to meet them head on. Leaping at the inmate in front, she slammed into his chest with both knees, bowling over him and two other inmates. She rolled off of him and weaved through the crowd of about ten more inmates. As she passed, she ducked underneath arms and legs, jabbed at pressure points, and swiped any weapons they might have been carrying.
Thirty seconds later, she reached an intersection in the hallway while idly dismantling a handgun she'd swiped. Hopefully she would be able to reach a certain person before he completely escaped. Chances were excellent that he was no longer in solitary.
But the costumed types she'd passed by -- Spider-Man, Huntress, and the one with the red helmet -- were still fighting the prisoners, and the body count was probably climbing. With a sigh, she turned back the way she came and knocked out the few inmates still upright in the hallway. This was more for their sakes than anything: if they were unconscious, perhaps the vigilantes wouldn't see them as a threat to be put down with lethal force.