Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>She was already in the red zone and then he HAD to mention her mother!  Oh, she was going to enjoy this!  Then he shot her.  Stumbling back from the kinetic energy of the bullet,  she felt a burning slash of pain across her cheek.  Like being sideswiped by a branding iron.  She raised her gloved hand to her cheek and came away with blood.<span style="font-style: italic">Bastard!</span><br/><br/>Then he came at her, throwing smoke grenades to cover his attack.  She held her breath as the acrid cloud enveloped her.  She appeared disorientated, swaying slightly on her feet as he came at her from the side.  She barely managed to dodge his batarangs, catching one in the shoulder blade.  Grunting with the pain, she seemed to fumble for her utility belt as her adversary snuck up from behind and threw the punch that would knock her out...<br/><br/>Only to have it caught in her hands as she swerved her head and fixed him in her sights.  "I have protective lens, d i ckhead."  Now that she had his hand trapped, she could twist it, throwing off his balance.  At least, that's what she intended.  Leaving him open to an elbow strike to his kidneys beneath the body armor, followed by a hand thrust at his throat while knocking the back of his knees from under him with a sweep kick.  That if, of course, if he didn't have any other moves up his sleeve.