Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>He was quicker than she remembered.  Easily dodging her attack, he pivoted, rose and had one of his guns pointed at her, the other still trained on the scumbag cowering at his feet.  "Not long enough," she responded curtly at his opening comment about their time apart.  She flicked her eyes at the street thug.  No, he really didn't deserve to live.  She knew the system well enough to know how it would go.  He would plead guilty to a lesser charge and would be out on the streets in a year or two.  Maybe sooner.  Able to prey on more helpless women.  And maybe the next time, there wouldn't be anyone around to stop him...<br/><br/>No, she couldn't think like that.  She had to have faith in the law.  HAD TO.  Because, without the law, there was nothing.  Just animals like this creep.  And brutish men like Jason.  Her eyes turned back to him.  "It's not up to you whether he lives or not.  You don't get to play judge and jury."  She couldn't tell whether she was getting through to him or not, the helmet making it impossible to tell.  She kept talking, her right hand slowly sliding behind her back.  "You remember what it was like, being on the right side of the law.  I know you do.  It's not too late you know.  You can still do the right thing here."<br/><br/>Her hand reappeared.  "Hey, okay," she raised it, palm outward.  "Look, it's okay.  See, nothing."  She continued to talk, hoping to keep him calm.  "Let's all relax here.  I know you don't want to shoot me.  So...let me call this in.  What do you say?"  Tucked between two of her fingers on the back of her hand, hidden out of view, was a thin metal tab.  And attached to that tab was a small metal orb...