Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>He really was good.  His fighting style had improved considerably.  She threw a mix of different styles at him but he parried them effortlessly while it seemed she was barely managing to block his attacks.  And she could tell that he was holding back, that his moves were merely intended to fend her off.  Finally, he threw her back and acknowledged his surrender.  She was about to say something nasty when he took off his helmet and she saw the 'J' branded on his cheek.  Her jaw clenched and she held back on saying anything for a long moment.<br/><br/>At last, he was the one to break the uncomfortable silence.  Jokingly offering his assistance in hauling this particular lowlife to the station.  "No, I got it," she answered matter-of-factly.  For the next couple of minutes, she was all business, ignoring him completely.  She frisked the unconscious creep and zip-tied his hands behind his back, leaving him face-down on the pavement.  Keying the micro-sliver bluetooth embedded in her cowl, she called 911.  After ending the call, she turned her attention to Jason again.  "You know, you shouldn't have let that woman run off like that.  We needed her testimony.  Now the case against this sicko is going to be that much harder."  She gazed up at the rooftop of the adjacent building.  "Unless you'd like to stay here when the cops arrive, I'll meet you up there.  We have to talk...Jason."  She spoke his name for the first time, now that there was no one around to overhear.  She hoped that one little familiarity would get through to him and he wouldn't pull a disappearing act.  She really did need to talk to him.<br/><br/>In a little under seven minutes, she saw the familiar red and blue flashing lights of Gotham's finest.  She recognized the two uniforms.  Miller and Franklin.  Relative rookies but at least they weren't crooked.  They regarded her warily but they tolerated her. More so than Batman.  She found that to be the case more often than out.  The skintight spandex earned her some slack from the male officers while their female compatriots were subtly impressed with a woman crimefighter kicking butt.  Sure, it was sexist to think so but it also happened to be the case.  Just from Barb's observation.<br/><br/>Once the unconscious creep had been carted off, she reached for her trusty grapnel and ascended to the rooftop.  She didn't see him nor was she looking.  He would be there or he wouldn't.  All she could do was wait.