The smoke in the ruined warehouse was choking, blinding and disorienting.  Green Arrow wheeled on her heels, coughing into her glove, and trying to locate her enemy in the rubble.  The Bat, ever crafty, cunning and stealthy, had more than enough cover to maneuver behind her, take her from an unexpected angle, and drop her before even her enhanced reflexes could react.<br/><br/>"I know you're there, Bat," she called, hacking again into her hand.  She really needed to get out of here before her lungs siezed up completely, but with the Bat lurking somewhere unknown, she couldn't afford to make a break for the door.  "Come out, and we'll settle this once and for all!"<br/><br/>His mocking chuckle drifted to her on the smoke and the heat currents.  She whirled again, nocking, drawing and shooting all in one rapid-fire motion, but her arrow pinned itself into a crate and quivered uselessly.  "I don't dance with flunkies on Queen's payroll, Arrow," the disembodied voice said, bouncing from place to place.  "Your mistress, on the other hand... Now<em>she's</em>an asset worth acquiring for Wayne Enterprises."<br/><br/>Green Arrow shook her head and tried to pull back into wreckage that would give her some cover.  She was too open, too vulnerable, standing like an idiot in the middle of the clearest spot in the room.   The Bat didn't need any extra help, after all.   "You really think you're in Queen's league, Bat?  She eats people like you for breakfast."<br/><br/>A sudden movement from the left resulted in another arrow quivering in a stack of pallets, but when Green Arrow moved to salvage it, she noted a red smear on the shaft, and a scrap of dark grey cloth buried with the tip in the wood.  "Got you that time, Bat," she murmured, shoving the arrow back into her quiver.<br/><br/>"You think so?" This time the voice was directly behind her, and as she gasped and whirled, a black-booted foot slammed into the side of her head and sent her reeling backwards.   In her hazy double-vision, the Bat loomed over her, dark and menacing, eyes shielded white behind the mask.<br/><br/>She was not a hand-to-hand fighter, but she swung a fist anyway, hoping her speed would count for something.  But the Bat almost negligently dodged her wild swing, caught her wrist, and slammed her face-first into the nearest stack of pallets.<br/><br/>His body was flush against her in the next moment, lewd and unwanted.  The suit he wore had been designed to hide nothing, and the state of his arousal was quite evident against the curve of her ass.  "You're quick," he murmured into her ear, free hand snaking around to grope at her right breast.  "Flexible.  I don't suppose I can convince you to seek employment with Wayne Enterprises, can I?  You might find it more...<em>pleasurable</em>than working for the Ice Queen."<br/><br/>Green Arrow snarled in outrage and, though her head was still throbbing in protest of the abuse it had already received, she slammed it back against him.  At this close range, there was no dodging the Bat could do, and the back of her skull slammed into his throat.<br/><br/>The Bat reeled away, choking and coughing, and she was free.  Green Arrow staggered away, seeing stars and seeing double.  Her vision was swimming, and colors flurried crazily through her head.  She was hovering on the edge of unconsciousness, but it wasn't black that was coming to claim her.  It was blue, and as it engulfed her, it dissolved the rest of the room away.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>When her vision returned to something approximating normal, she found herself not where she had just been.  The warehouse was gone, even if the stink of smoke still filled her nose and the stains and smudges of ash and soot still streaked her skin and clothes. The room was clean, sterile... a transport pad of some sort?<br/><br/>Belatedly, she glanced frantically around, but the Bat was nowhere in sight.<br/><br/>She groaned, and the hand that wasn't holding her bow clutched at her temple.<em>Are my implants malfunctioning? What the hell just happened?</em>