Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>"Okay," she replied simply after he reaffirmed the necessity of doing this.  Keying her laptop, she assessed the GCPD Central Booking database.  Entering her court ID, she found their suspect.  "Joshua Kelly, aka Happy-Boy.  Lovely.  He has a bail hearing scheduled at 11:30 this morning.  Two hours from now.  We can swing that.  State's gonna push hard to deny bail.  Fielding's prosecuting.  He's mediocre at best.  Let's see.  Judge Ritter.  We've got a shot there.  I can get bail but it's going to be high.  $100,000.  We'll need to front 10 percent of that.  So, ya got ten grand laying around or am I paying for it?"<br/><br/>She looked at Jason with what might have been a smirk.  Any hint of tiredness had disappeared.  She was on the job now.  Crimefighting and the law were the only two things that could get her this hyped.  "I need to get ready.  As you so keenly observed, I look terrible," she told him with another smirk.  "Give me half an hour.  In the meantime, get yourself another cup of coffee.  One with slightly less salt content than the red sea.  Even better, have Marci get it for you.  It'll give her a chance to crush on you some more."<br/><br/>Gracing him with a smile, she left him in her office and went back upstairs.  28 minutes and 36 seconds later, she returned, showered with light makeup and professionally dressed.  A killer black Stella McCartney suit and slacks ensemble, set off by a navy blue Michael Kors blouse.  A pair of Christian Louboutin low heels finished what she liked to consider her 'law-fighting' costume.  Her other costume she kept in the black leather backpack she slung over her shoulder.  Grabbing her briefcase, she walked back into the outer office.  "Ready to go?"