Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>At the mention of her brother, her hands tightened into fists.  "What's the matter?  Afraid to face me with your fists?  Hiding behind a gun again like a scared little b****?  Like father, like son.  What was he again?  Some two-bit weasel working for Two-Face?  Such a big man.  Beating your mother to prove it.  Hey hotshot, why don't you have a go at it with me?  Think you're man enough to beat a woman with your fists or is that big gun of yours the only manhood you got?"<br/><br/>She wanted this.  The rational part of her told her that this was necessary, that she needed to knock him down a peg.  To make him think twice about what would happen to him if he pulled the trigger on one of his victims.  But if she was being honest with herself, she was looking forward to this.<br/><br/>He would charge her.  Bull rush her in a maddened rage.  This is what she calculated.  She gamed it out in her mind.  She would throw a line low, hoping to tangle his feet.  He would go high, dodging the attack, hurling at her in a flying tackle.  And walking right into her side kick.  Right in his mid-section.  Folding him in half.  Leaving him open to a left hook to the jaw.  Of course, it go completely differently.  That was okay.  She was ready for anything.  Imperceptibly, she activated the lens in her eyepieces.  Just in case, he decided to throw a flashbang as cover for his attack.