Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>His little sexual innuendo caused her to squeeze harder.  "I wouldn't be wasting my breath if I were you," she spat through gritted teeth.  He wrapped his left leg around her right in a desperate attempt to pry apart her hold.  He was weakening.  She could feel it.  It was a matter of time now.  All she had to do was wait it out.  She had him.  She finally ha...<br/><br/>"AHHHH!!!  F U C K!!!!"<br/><br/>Unwrapping her legs in a hurry, she reached for her taser.<span style="font-style: italic">F U C K  THIS!</span>She sent 50,000 volts surging through his thigh, the duel prongs piercing through the tough fabric of his pants.  Hopping up, favoring her good leg, she saw the knife plunged into her right thigh.  A thin tickle of blood steadily being pumped out.  She reached in her belt for a roll of QuickClot, self-sealing bandages.  Then with both hands, she gripped the hilt of the knife and with a gasp, yanked it out.  Quickly, she got the bandages wrapped around and tied tightly.  She yanked the batarang out of her shoulder with disgust and tossed it aside.  The hunk of metal fell to the ground with a clink.  Thankfully, the wound wasn't deep.  She pressed more gaze against it as she looked down at Jason.  "A knife, really?  You were always a d i c k, you know that?"