The can went flying, which was just as good of an outcome, as far as Batgirl was concerned. And the bleeding hand was worth a few intimidation points. His body was shouting anger at her; it was just what she wanted to hear.
She tracked his movements as he flipped over the tomb and started to kick and swipe at her with his sickle. The kick at her stomach was easily deflected, and the slash from his sickle was sidestepped.
He was good, though. White Crane kung fu, if she had to guess.
Unfortunately, she had a tendency to flank her opponents with the kind of subtlety that made it seem like she vanished from their field of vision. And considering the Scarecrow was wearing a hood, this was even easier for her to do. With one hand, she tugged his hood down to cover his face, and with the other, she removed the long-handled scythe from the plastic holder on his back.
She poked the wooden handle between his legs and performed a sweeping motion, hoping to take him off his feet.