Who: Batgirl, and Open What: A hunt for the Clown with a run in with some vampires. Wailing on some bad guys. When: January 25th, around 9:30 Where: Docks, somewhere at the waterfront. Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
The tires of her bike squealed, kicking up smoke as she took a sharp turn, having to stick out her leg for balance. Ahead of her where two other men on bikes. She'd been at this for about ten minutes now. The men on bikes had exhausted their gun ammo on her, emptying the weapons six blocks ago. Now all they could do was run. It wasn't really smart to run from her, they hardly ever got away. She was faster, stronger, quicker than an full fledged human. She wasn't something more, just very, very well trained, since birth. She had spent the day in her own cave, training, and using that online system. The only thing she had gathered so far was that people were fighting. Over a woman? A city? She didn't know, wasn't sure, didn't care enough to find out. Let them fight. She hoped that they got their friend back, but it didn't concern her.
She had other concerns, like finding Terry. Bruce's ward that she didn't even know, but now spent all of her time looking for. Her bike hit a set of stairs, and she flew down them, landing the bike smoothly and continuing her chase.
The smell of salt water was getting strong, they were nearing the docks. Either these men were exactly who she was looking for, or they had another reason they didn't want to be caught. Or, maybe, they just thought she was a psycho in a bat outfit. It happened, quite often. Up ahead, the men tried to round a corned, they hit a slippery patch with water, and skidded. Their bikes slid, falling to the side, and both machines and both men when flying into a pile of crates. Wood shattered, and they were lucky they weren't crushed.
Batgirl slid off her bike, having made the turn. The machine turned off and locked itself down. No one would be taking it easily. She was at the the base of the crate pile just as the two men were crawling out. One got to their feet, just in time to greet her fist. Then her fist slammed into the guys chest. Nerve strike, he was down, and would be down for a little while. She only needed to talk to one.
The second guy was on his feet. She spun, slammed her foot into his chest, just hard enough to knock him back down. "You and I are going to talk." she informed him.
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Twenty minutes later she was well informed on a demon trafficking operation. Apparently some people got their kicks out of having demons at their beck and call. She knew the location, the people involved, and could pretty much figure out how to stop it. But she knew nothing of the clown. All too annoyed, Batgirl struck down the other guy, causing him to drop just like his partner. Turning, she began to walk back to her bike.
But then she stopped, her cape dropping around her. She tilted her head, and listened, then looked right. From a building came four vampires, one female, three male. The yellow eyes, twisted faces. Though wearing a mask, you could still see her facial expressions. Inside her cape, she reached for the wooden stake she had attached to her utility belt as a permanent feature as long as she was here. So far, she had managed to avoid vampires. Fighting wasn't what she wanted to do with them. But they were coming to her, and they were closer to her bike than she was. The night had just become more interesting.