"Mother hubbard!" Effie yelled as the bullet tore through the bag strap and slid across her leg. She felt the burn and cursed, releasing the bag of pearls but shifting as she swung up onto a gargoyle, her eyes narrowed behind the mask.
"Sorry, Dick, but desperate times," she pulled out her own weapon, firing off three shots at the ape who tried to kill poor, innocent teens before swinging off again, angling herself diagonally to swing over the next three rows of houses and towards the penthouse, vanishing behind a really ugly (and new) protrusion to the building.
She curled up into the cubby hole behind the protrusion, hissing as she looked down at the large gash across her thigh. "Aw man, these were new pants!" She pouted as she started mopping up blood, trying to remember where she hid her sewing kit so she could get taken care of before Peter came home.
Limping, she made her way up the side of the building and onto her balcony, giggling manically as Luna came to greet her. "That was a rush!"