Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>Riverside Avenue.  Just on the outskirts of The Narrows.  Nightclubs and bars lined the street.  No surprise that the area would be bustling at 2am but now it was bustling for all the wrong reasons. Trendy young Millennials dressed in glittery clubwear ran through the streets, laughing maniacally, amidst the broken glass from shattered storefronts and the flaming wreckage of numerous car crashes.<br/><br/>She saw the cause of all the chaos.  A group of about a dozen gaudily clad thugs in clown masks were spread out, spraying innocent bystanders with nozzles attached to heavy tanks attached to their backs.<span style="font-style: italic">Joker gas.</span>Barbs' jaw clenched tightly behind her gas mask as her eyes zeroed in on the largest cluster of goons.  They were exiting the lobby of a small community bank, their arms loaded down with canvas sacks of cash.  So, this was the reason for all the chaos.  A bank heist.  The Clown needed cash.  How pathetic.  At least, the pasty-faced prince and his psychotic lady jester were no where to be seen.  It was the only saving grace in this whole sordid scene.<br/><br/>As much as she hated to, she ignored the robbers.  Her first priority were the other half of the group, the goons gassing innocent civilians.  She released her cable and cannonballed the closest gang member.  Her momentum sent the criminal crashing to the concrete, his unconscious body cushioning her fall.  Coming out of her tuck, she threw a pair of batarangs at two other cretins, slicing through the air hoses on their gas masks.  They instantly began laughing uncontrollably, clutching their faces with both hands.<br/><br/>By now, she had gotten their attention.  "It's Batman's little b i t c h!  Get her!"  They surrounded her in a tightening circle.  Eight of them.  She could handle them, no problem, but a little help would be appreciated.  Where the hell was Jason?!