<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Batgirlfirstcostumeooc.jpg) </div>Name: Barbara Gordon<br/>Location: Gotham<br/>Tagging: The small crowd in and around the jewelry store!<br/><hr/>Barbara looks oddly towards Huntress, and towards that crossbow of hers. Her wide eyes are locked on it, even as she proclaims not to be Catwoman. The expression on her face becomes more confused as she tries to take that in. If she isn’t the thief, then what’s she doing here? Probably same as her… maybe… or maybe she’s a partner of the thief.<br/><br/>Her eyes flick between the crossbow and Huntress’ eyes, and she does try to show no fear. Sure, she’s scared. Very. Some crazy chick is pointing a crossbow bolt at her heart. But if she’s going to do this sort of thing, she needs to steel her nerves. If she ever wanted to be a cop, this is the kind of thing she would have to face down. Her hands raise a little at her sides, to show she’s not holding anything.. else. No more little discs or anything to possibly set this crazy woman off.  “Listen I came here to stop Catwoman, to bring her in. That’s it. I.. I figured out she would probably be here.”<br/><br/>There’s perhaps a moment’s pause as she stares at Huntress, as if she were trying to make a decision in her head. ‘who are you’. Simple enough query, and Barbara should just say her name straight up. I mean.. the girl is aiming a crossbow at your chest. But her head bows down just slightly, and she speaks in a more firm tone.<br/><br/>“I’m Batgirl.”<br/><br/>Yep, sounds way better than Batwoman, doesn’t sound as uppity. It was right about then that the alarms went off, that the floodlights came to life. She finds herself ducking down a little as the living hell gets scared out of her, she even goes as far as to exclaim  “Ah it’s the rapture!”  sometimes when she’s in a bad spot, a bad joke seems to help. Bad spot, bad joke, there’s some kind of logic there about them cancelling each other out. She looks up and around, her eyes squinting almost totally closed as she kneels a little, her hands now over her ears. She does catch a glimpse of Catwoman as she escapes, but that’s about it.<br/><br/>Her half closed eyes then fall on Huntress, just as she points to the vent. Her gaze flicks towards it as she pushes herself up to her feet. Cripes how is she going to get up there? That’s when Huntress is on the move, hopping up onto a counter below that vent. Immediately Barb knows Huntress’ intentions, the way she’s holding her joined hands. Her gaze scans left, and then right. She turns abruptly and dashes towards a desk on her left, and she bounds onto it effortlessly. Knocking off a few papers and a pencil holder as she turns, she now faces Huntress a few counters away. She bounds from the desk onto a counter, and then another in a small semi-circle, then onto the one that Huntress is perched on. Lithe is a good word to describe her, how she moves so effortlessly from counter to counter.<br/><br/>She leaps one more time, planting her booted foot in Huntress’ hands, her knee bending a little. Her arms draw back as she is launched upwards, her hands shooting up in front of her, reaching for the vent. Fingers lace into the vent’s grate, and for a moment she just hangs there. She glances at Huntress, then up to the vent. While hanging on, she starts to tug downwards as best she can, using her legs to kick a little, to try and make some kind of momentum. With a soft surprised cry the vent comes open, just as she wanted. What she didn’t expect was how hard it would be to hang onto the grate as 2 of the screws came loose and falls from the grate. She swings with the grate a couple times, and on the third swinging of the vent she kicks her legs forward, using momentum to carry her right up into the vent itself. Just as she swings up into it, the grate comes completely loose and falls to the floor with a loud clanging sound.<br/><br/>For a few moments she’s gone, disappeared into the vent. But then, she pokes her head out from the vent and reaches down towards Huntress, holding her hand out to her.   “We have to hurry!”  She calls out, though it probably won’t be heard over the alarm.<br/>