Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>"Oh, trust me, my hands can handle your manly chest," she retorted, taking a few steps back and allowing him to get back up.  Then he very chivalrously extended the offer of a break.  "I'm fine," she winked "but if your delicate, male constitution is getting all tired, feel free to take five.  Afterall, I wouldn't want that wall of a chest of yours getting all hot and sweaty.  Although...if it does," she added, biting her lip, "I'd be more than happy to wipe it down for you."  Speaking of sweat, she was working up one herself.  The middle of her tank was dripping wet, perspiration streaming down her neck and sports bra.  She wiped the sweat from her brow just as he charged her...<br/><br/>She took a defensive stance, fists raised.  Ready for his frontal attack.<span style="font-style: italic">Come on, come on, I'm read...</span>He shifted!  Came at her from the side, catching her completely open!  "UHHHH!!!"  The knee caught her in her abdomen followed by a hard punch to her back that sent her stumbling forward, tripping and dropping to one knee.<br/><br/>"Am I doing better?"<br/><br/>She twisted around to look at him, eyes narrowing, breathing hard.  "How about putting your money where your mouth is?  Whoever loses pays for dinner."  She got to her feet and beckoned with her hand, daring him.  Come on.