Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>Her ploy had worked.  The woman was blinded.  Not totally incapacitated but Babs could rectify that easily enough.  "Fair fight?  Against crazy, whip-wearing skanks like you, not on your life.  So, why don't you make this easy on yourself and surrender now."  Without her vision, the woman was stumbling, wandering aimlessly.  She still tried to head towards her but instead was moving to her right in a slow circle.<br/><br/>Then Barb heard the gunshot.  It came from her left, her opponent's right.  Behind them both.  Even though her foe's words were blatantly calculated, they echoed Barb's own thoughts.  She had also noticed that none of the Joker's goons carried firearms, relying instead on bats, bars and other blunt objects.  But what worried her more was that she recognized the report of that gunshot.  It was heavy, distinctive.  From a very large caliber handgun.  Like a Desert Eagle.<br/><br/>And just then, the woman opposing her turned  just enough, that in the distance, Babs could see Jason standing over the corpse of Happy-Boy, gun in hand.<span style="font-style: italic">NO!</span>A part of her went cold inside.<span style="font-style: italic">You gave me your word.</span>She wanted to run off and confront Jason over what he had just done.  Leave the fight and let the woman go free.  She was sure that her mystery opponent would like nothing better.  But the woman with the whips was dangerous.  She had to be stopped.  While her foe was still disorientated, Barb pressed her advantage.  A spinning kick was just the thing to send 'Whip Lady' into unconsciousness.