Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>"I see my reputation precedes me," Batgirl replied coolly when the woman called her by name.  "And you are?"  The woman ignored her question for the moment, instead asking if she enjoyed the 'workout' in that harsh, modulated voice of hers. Barb didn't answer as the woman closed the distance between them.  The woman in black had a squad of Joker goons flanking her but they fell back.  It was obvious that this fight was going to be woman to woman.<br/><br/>She kept talking.  Partly to distract, partly to gleam more info about this new mysterious adversary.  It was useless to intimidate this woman, that much was obvious to Barb.  So instead, she tried a little humor.  "Come on, if you're going to kick my a s s, the least you can do is give me your name.  I deserve that much, don't I?  Maybe tell me a little about yourself.  I mean, if you're going to learn to be a super-villain, you've got to learn to monologue."  They were only feet apart now.  So close that Babs could see her eyes.  Those distinctive blue-green eyes.  The eyes!  She HAD it!  The woman pulled out a wicked pair of whips.  As she did, Barb got the briefest glimpse of knives under the cloak.<span style="font-style: italic">Wonderful.</span>She continued talking as she hid her hand under her cape and slowly reached behind her.  "Hey!  Nice whips!  Is it because I talk too much?  People say I'm nosy.  They say I'm a real-life Nancy Drew.  You know wha..."<br/><br/>In one smooth, quick blur, her hand reappeared from behind her, flinging an orb that exploded in brilliant light directly in front of the green/blue eyed woman.  Fortunately for Batgirl, her goggles protected her.  Too bad that didn't appear to be the case for the woman with the pretty cyan eyes.<br/><br/>*****************************************************************<br/><br/>Happy-Boy<br/><br/>Everything was going t i ts up.  Time for him to make his getaway.  He ran for the old junker he had stolen earlier in the day and now had parked just outside the front gate.  As he saw the car ahead of him, a figure emerged from the shadows.  Happy's eyes went wide in shock as a huge hand cannon was pointed in his face.  "Hey, man!  We had a deal!  I was supposed to go free!  That was the arrangement!  The photos?  Yeah, got 'em right here!"  Happy pulled out a folded manila envelope from his back pocket.  Happy smiled in relief as the Desert Eagle was lowered before he screamed in terror as it was raised again at his head.  It's muzzle flash was the last thing Happy-Boy ever saw.