Solitary Confinement
Shortly after giving the order to Spider-Man to keep an eye on Huntress and Red Helmet, Batgirl fled the scene, hoping she hadn't made a grievous error. There were so many things that could go wrong in this situation, and, she realized, there was really no way she could prevent any further loss of life. Not even Batman could.
But there was one person in the prison whom she considered to be her responsibility.
Racing through the corridors, Batgirl quickly incapacitated any inmate she encountered along the way. In her haste she didn't even get a good look at them. She was just going off of body language and the clothing they wore.
Within minutes, she reached the Solitary Confinement wing of the prison. She knew the location of the cell by heart. She'd scarcely visited, but she knew where the cell was and who was in it. David Cain. Her father.
She found that the door was slightly ajar, and alarm coursed through her system, fighting through the fatigue that was beginning to settle into her muscles. She risked a peek inside. She found her father cloaked in shadow, sitting quietly on the bed. Very quietly.
[I see you're still in your cell,] she signed to him. [I'm surprised you--]
A hard kick struck her in the back and launched her inside the cell, where she reached out to steady herself against her father's shoulder.
His shoulder was stiff and slightly cold. Like a corpse.