Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'm a b i t c h, what else is new."  She made no move as he struggled to his feet.  "You know, I think this was a very constructive talk.  Hopefully, you got the message.  Message being don't mess with me.  And will you quit whining about your leg!  I would have more sympathy if some A-HOLE hadn't just plunged a knife into MY leg!"  Their discussion concluded, she began limping away, wanting nothing than to go home and sit in a hot tub for like forever.<br/><br/>That's when he pulled his guns on her.<span style="font-style: italic">Seriously!  Didn't this guy know when to quit!</span>She tensed for a moment.  But only for a moment.  She was too tired to care about his posturing BS just right now.  Besides, she didn't really think he'd do it.  Her suspicions were confirmed as he re-holstered his handguns.  "You kno..."<br/><br/>An EXPLOSION interrupted her!  She looked at Jason accusingly but he held up his hands in denial.  A chill went through her heart as an ominous green cloud of gas began rising in the distance.  "That looks like...laughing gas," he told her.  "I know."  Her tiredness instantly disappeared.<span style="font-style: italic">Six, maybe seven blocks.</span>Alert and focused, the throbbing pain in her shoulder and leg forgotten, she reached for her ever trusty grapnel once more when a voice spoke up from behind her.  Jason offering his help.  Did she want it?  Could she trust him?  Mouth tightly set, she picked up his knife and threw it back at him.  "Try and keep up," she told him grimly as she leapt off the rooftop.