Jasmine Quinn / Jaq<br/><br/>There was something Jasmine never understood. Why all the talking? The bad guys would give the heroes their entire plan, the heroes would boast and be arrogant...it seemed silly. Now, she understood. It was a distraction, a way to prolong the time period in order to accomplish something. Jasmine herself was using a small form of it. Keep Batgirl's eyes and focus on her. Jason needed to be out of her sight for the plan to work, and failure wasn't an option in Jasmine's book. She has yet to fail as Jaq.<br/><br/>As Batgirl spoke, trying to have her give up her name, Jasmine didn't fall for the trap. To her, it was blatantly obvious what she was trying to do. She didn't fall for such silly things. So she remained quiet about it, allowing the hero to have her bravado. Typically, Jasmine would have attacked by now. She wasn't one to sit back, wait and stall. She attacked with deadly accuracy and efficiency, her whips shredding her victim's skin in under a few seconds. However, she needed this little match to draw out. That meant putting herself in a situation where Batgirl would have the upperhand...for now.<br/><br/>In the middle of her speaking, Batgirl then flung an orb, which exploded into a dazzling light. Jasmine grit her teeth, shutting her eyes from the brightness. However, she knew that her vision would temporarily be...unreliable. "Ah, so you are scared of a fair fight. How cute," Jasmine spoke in a monotone voice, slowly peering her eyes open. Her surroundings were blurry and everything seemed much too light. She hadn't spent a lot of her time training blindfolded when she was a child and teenager. Only a few times, but not enough to be effective in this fight. She could, at least, walk. Jasmine slowly made her away, turning so the if Batgirl turned to keep her in a frontal view, her back would be to where Jason was.<br/><br/>It was then that a loud gunshot went off. Just a single one. Happy-Boy was dead. Jasmine paused, tilting her head as though the sound perplexed her. "Odd. My men did not bring guns tonight," She spoke simply, hoping that Batgirl would take the bait. At this point, Jason should have realized his gun was gone and be on is way to check everything out. If everything worked out, Batgirl would find him "red-handed."<br/><br/>Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>Jason continued to hop from rooftop to rooftop, beating down on the goons, clearing the area, then getting to the next one. He was beginning to tired down. Multiple cuts lines his body, and he had been hit with baseball bats and metal pipes more times than he would like to admit at this point. Still, it was all going well. That is...until a gunshot rang out as he punched the last guy on the roof he was on. There was no way he was letting some shooter pick them off. No. Damn. Way.<br/><br/>Jason jumped down from the roofs, somersaulting to break his fall, and ran off in the direction the shot had come from. He slowed down as he saw the body of Happy-Boy lying on the ground. The gun lying beside him was unmistakable. "What..." Jason muttered, his hands moving to his waists. Sure enough...one was missing. Frowning deeply, Jason walked over and crouched beside Happy's body and his gun. He picked up his once missing gun then studied Happy. Had he committed suicide, or did someone shoot him? If someone shot him, then why? What was the purpose behind it?