He was such an asshole. "Thirteen!" She twirled and sent another sprawling. "Fourteen! Is there no honor among sidekicks anymore? Tim would have tried to take me down," she grunted, "without needing help from the tech in his belt." That was a lie. Probably. She reached for something hanging on her hip.
Carrie threw three electrified batarangs. As each hit their marks, the men tumbled with shouts. "Seventeen." Someone behind her moved suddenly. She knew the hit was coming before she felt the fist against her shoulder, but she couldn't dodge in time. She'd have a nice little bruise in the morning. Carrie used her other arm to elbow the guy in the face. "Eighteen." She then turned to face the another guy who was quickly advancing upon her with a wicked looking switchblade in hand. He came closer and Carrie stole his knife used his forward momentum to trip him and send him knocking into three of his friends. Or enemies.
It was dark. Colors were hard to distinguish. And by now it's turned into a jumbled gangster free for all.
"Twenty-two." It would be close, but Carrie was still relatively confident that she could win this. "And this," she closed and threw the switchblade hard and sent it flying past Dick's head. It landed on the forehead of a thug who'd been coming for the Boy Wonder, "is twenty-three." She puckered her lips and blew Dickling a kiss. He wasn't the only insufferable prick in the family.