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“Wake up, darling; it's time to get up.”

She heard her father’s voice as her eyelids fluttered open, though he was nowhere in sight. “Daddy?” She managed hoarsely. Babs blinked rapidly, adjusting to the light of the unfamiliar room – or lack thereof. An unfamiliar sensation washed over her as she began to panic, unsure of where she was or how she had even got there. Her entire body was completely heavy, making it hard to move at all. Wincing as she shifted uncomfortably, she closed her eyes once more only briefly, noting that her batgirl mask was still stuck securely to the upper half of her face. Releasing a sigh of relief, she racked her brain in hopes that the pieces of this mysterious puzzle might suddenly come together. There were a great number of questions that were unanswered and racing around her clouded mind as she attempted to sit up, only to weakly return onto her back once more.

First, she needed to figure out where she was and what she had even been doing here. What time was it, even? How long had she been out and why had she even been rendered unconscious in the first place. Her head pounded, causing her to wince each time she attempted to move. Assuming that the source of discomfort was the cause for her blackout, still, she couldn’t be totally sure at this point seeing as she couldn’t even remembers what she had been doing in the first place. Adorned in her skin-tight Batgirl costume quickly reassured her that she had come here for a purpose, though she couldn’t recall what that might have been. The last thing she remembered was leaving the library that evening, leaving a huge gap between that time and now.

Feeling incredibly dizzy, the redhead attempted to determine the missing details, though the harder she tried it seemed the more confused that she seemed to be. Taking in her surroundings didn’t seem to provide her with any clues, but then again she could not even muster the effort to sit up. Instantly this left room for worry and she continued to try to muster all of her remaining strength together. A small groan flew from her lips as the exhaustion and pain managed to keep up with her. She appeared to be alone, causing a bit of a relief for the moment.

notes: join please please. let's play <3
outfit: batsuit! use your imagination

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"Hey, you doing okay over there, uh. . . Batgirl?" The voice was instantly recognizable, high pitched with a thick East Gotham Accent, Babs had heard his laugh a lot, his horrible jokes when she came to visit her father. Bivins. Yeah, the youngest Detective in the MCU, hand picked by Harvey Bullock and Commissioner Gordon despite his age, his annoying habits, his tendency towards slacking off and practical jokes, his crazy conspiracy theories and his horrible laugh. Mother Fucking Leo Bivins. He was in the corner of the room near the window. The flashing lights of the dim lightbulb overhead without power cast a strobe reflection in the next room. He was just visible by the window on the other side of the apartment. 

He had a gun in his hand, he was sitting on the floor next to the boarded up window next to the stained mattress amongst the discarded needles that marked what appeared to be a largely abandoned area. The buzzing of flies nearby discarded piles of food. A faint putrid smell of acrid gunpowder, rot, and blood. The place had obviously been occupied not too long ago, squatters of some sort, but they'd evacuated at least 14 hours before if the smell of the rot of the food was anything to go by.

Bivins had a hand over his gut, the other hand on the gun. The redness bursting through his fingers was pretty clear as his left hand clutched onto his abdomen, the ragged breathing confirmed he was in pain. The bloodstains on the floor next to where Babs woke up didn't seem to track to him, though. "You . . . took a pretty nasty hit with . . . whatever that guy . . . got ya with. " He chuckled a bit at that and said "I think I got him, but uh. . . it didn't seem to take." Yeah, he was bleeding pretty bad right now. . . 

"I think I'm . . . supposed to dissuade civilians. . . from trying to . . . do this sort of thing. . . but I think . . . I ain't really got the heart for it right now. . . " He's breathing a little more raggedly, gasping for breath as he continued to clutch his gut. He looked over his shoulder out the window again, then slumped back to the floor. "Yeah, I don't see 'em. . . but . . . yeah. You okay?"

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Her eyes grew wide at a voice that pierced the silence. She knew that voice: Bivins? Her memory was still incredibly foggy; how hard did she hit her head? After numerous attempted, she finally sat up, clutching the back of her head. With drawling her hand from the source of pain, her glove was splattered with blood. Her batgirl-suit was hardly recognizable, sliced in several different areas. Things didn’t feel right at all. Pain blossomed from the back of her skull as she managed to get to her feet, stumbling slightly. Her vision was blurred and distorted, though there was limited light to bathe the area to begin with. She couldn’t remember anything: where she was, who she was with, what she was even doing! The unknowing scared her, and made her on edge.

The voice belonged to Bivins, a detective around her age that worked for her father. “I’m good, you?” She asked forwardly, lowering her voice slightly. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to regain her composure. How was she going to walk out of this one? She couldn’t just show up at the hospital, but then again she couldn’t go home like this. She had to get to Bruce and it was the only option at this point. First, she needed to find Bivins. Batgirl followed his voice, wincing for a moment as she took her first couple of steps

The smell of the building made her stomach churn, but that was the least of her problems. Bivins wasn’t hard to find, and she quickly started toward the flickering light that almost signaled above him. Blood stained his hand and shirt, causing her to disregard her own severe discomfort and kneel toward him. Despite the situation, she was surprisingly calm. Quickly sweeping the room to find that they were alone, she spoke; “You don’t look good. We’ve got to get you out of here. Were you shot or-?” She inspected what of the wound that she could, but it didn’t appear that he was. The excessive amount of blood worried her, and though she couldn’t go to the hospital, she knew he could.

“Where’s your radio, you need medical attention now.” A small groan fell from her own lips as another sharp series of pain radiated through her skull. According to Bivins she was hit in the back of the head by something, but she had already assumed. “Do you know what I was hit with….I can’t remember anything past 5:00pm,” She asked, a defeated tone to her voice. She didn’t want to ask him to fill her in, but it seemed to be her only source at this point.

“Shh, no. Don’t say that. Wouldn’t want Gordon or Bullock to hear you.” She attempted lightly, it was odd to refer to her father and makeshift mother by their last names. She stood up looking for something around the room that might help slow the bleeding until medical help could arrive. "I'm fine," she lied quickly. "It's you we need to worry about."


notes: thanks for the wait <3
outfit: batsuit! use your imagination

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He's gasping for air, swallowing the blood once. The pain was pretty bad but it's not the worst he's ever gone through. There's always Gigli, Ben Affleck, seriously. . . what's with that guy? At least he wasn't Jesse Eisenberg, though. . . God, that guy drove him crazy, especially in that one movie, what was it called? The one where he was a caveman with the guy from Tenacious D. . . why is the room spinning, right, bleeding out. 

"I've been better." He looks down at his gut, the blood and the knife in it. "Yeah, . . . I've been a lot better." He coughs once, a bit of blood on his lips. "Yeah, that ain't good." He blinks and then tries to stand up, holding the gun in his hand as he leans against the wall. "Saw . . . you come crashing in through the side window, though. Came up to investigate. . . and then saw the guy throw that stuff in your face. . . and . . .  So . . . you went down. . . pretty quick. . . when that guy. . . sprayed you . . . with that stuff. . . I . . . tried to get him . . . to stop. Called after the guy and . . . got about two into him."

He's propped against the wall, blood smearing as he works his way up. "But um . . . I got him and he got me with like . . . ninja star. . . then he jumped up through the um . . .door, and I think he's inside. And I don't think. . . he's alone in here. I keep hearing running. And um. . . " 

He took his radio from his belt, static came from it. "Radio ain't working, well. . . if I was more paranoid, which I am, I'd say they was jamming it with something. Maybe one of those radio jammers." he shrugs as he says "Tried the cellphone, too. . . ain't working. Isn't too hard to block those, though. . . No reception, though." He clutches the blade in his gut, stabilizing it, and swallowing once closing his eyes and standing up. 


"I don't suppose you got any . . . Bat Ducttape or something in there? So I can . . . stabilize the knife? Like, maybe just keep it in place or something? And maybe a Bat-Dilaudid or a Bat-Codiene? Because it kinda hurts." He lifts his gun up and points it in Batgirl's direction and then lowers it again as he braces against the wall. "Fucker... playing with us now" He's looking antsy, paranoid, eyes darting around, listening intently. 

There's the sound of footsteps in the ceiling above, running and then a pop and silence. There were people surrounding this room. "I gotta say, I was hopin ta meet you." He winked once, making a clicking noise but his heart really isn't into it. "This was . . . actually surprisingly close to how I imagined it would go." He looked down at his gut. "Man, I gotta get some better fantasies." He's talking now, trying to ignore the pain as he keeps his hand pressed on the wound. "Stupid me, left the first aid kit in the car." 

There's a loud thud on the outside wall of the apartment. These people could move silently if they wanted to. But they seem to be mocking the two of them now. "So um . . . you know these guys?"

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As Bivins begins to fill her in on everything she is having difficulty remembering, Batgirl grabs a small case from her hip, containing a limited selection of first aid products. Her fears are confirmed when she realizes that there are only several rolls of gauze, but not nearly enough to make it around the man’s waist even once. Swearing under her breath, she knew she needed to act quickly. He was having great difficulty breathing; she was beginning to fear for his life.

She looked behind her as his managed to gesture toward a completely shattered window: that certainly seemed to explain a lot. “Sprayed?” She interrupted, biting her lower lip as she worked quickly. Taking the two rolls of gauze and not even bothering to unroll them, she placed them on either side of the ninja star that protruded from his abdomen in hopes to stabilize it. Having only recently passed a First Aid course offered by the University, she knew it would have been foolish to try to remove the star herself. No, she needed to get him to the hospital.

Her bat communicator was smashed into pieces from the fall. Having landed on it, she was sure that it was going to leave her with a very questionable bruise on her backside. However, that wasn’t important at the moment. “Shit, we’ve got to find some way to get an ambulance out here. I doubt you are going to be able to ride on the back of my bike all the way there.” As ridiculous as it sounded, it was starting to look as though they were going to have no choice. “Here, just hold onto this, we can use it to stabilize it. I’m going to look around to see if there is anything else around here we can use. Keep talking to me, alright?”

“Yeah, let me tell you. I keep the bat duct tape right next to my bat coloring books.” She replied sarcastically, running from cabinet to cabinet only to find them as empty as the last. “There should be some kind of pain reliever in the first aid kit, I doubt it’s going to help much, but I will get it for you in a minute” Running her hands through her blood-matted hair, she ran back to him after finding absolutely nothing in her search. She tried to remain as silent as possible, knowing Bivins personally in her real life.

Babs didn’t want him to make any connections between herself and Batgirl. Next to him, she rips open the packet of pills and brings them to his lips, allowing him to take them if he desired. The moment her hands are free, she pulls out a simple knife from her utility belt and begins cutting the material of her suit to use to help stabilize the wound. Starting at her upper thigh she started reducing her beloved bat suit to a mere romper, exposing her long legs and slender arms, but giving them something to work with.

The sound of footsteps from above caused her to briefly halt in her mission, looking up at the level with wide eyes. If they were still here, Batgirl was in no condition for round two and needed to consider Bivins as the priority at the moment and get him to safety.

She couldn’t help but smile at his attempt at conversation. “Why is that?” She asked, her smile only growing. “Oh really? Well what happens next?” She asked; dangerously close as she attempts to use the shredded material to properly stabilize the wound without moving him too much. It still didn’t seem as though it was going to work, but she immediately perked up when he mentioned a car. “Where is your car parked?”

Babs got up, silencing her footsteps as much as possible to look out the window. What floor were they even on? She really couldn’t remember anything. Thankful they were only on the first floor, she turned back to him, pursing her lips and feeling foolish that she couldn’t answer his question. “I am sure I do- but I just can’t remember anything before leaving sc-“quickly catching herself she continued as if it were nothing. “I don’t even remember showing up here. I am sure it has something to do with that spray you mentioned.”

outfit: batsuit, now shredded 

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He laughs at that and it hurts far too much to do it. "I dunno, maybe strap me to . . . the back of it. I could . . . go into my car, but that'd. . . kill me even quicker. . . Infection . .and all." The breathing problems seemed to be due to pain rather than anything. It was a gutshot, painful, but not immediately deadly. He helps secure it in place with gause, and then stands up and says "Yeah. . . let's try to get out of here before we both die."

He checks his gun for a moment, "Yeah, okay. We might need to shoot our way out of here. Just . . . stay behind me." He smiled at her and then braces more against the wall, turning a bit as he says "Just because. . . you're in a bat suit. . . doesn't mean that . . . you're invincible, ya know. Besides, I'm the officer on the scene. Serve and protect right? Right?" He laughs and then starts to look around, listening to the running. He takes out a small notebook and starts to rip up papers to help hold the thing in place. He looks at his gun, and then back up. "Don't they like, pull apart bullets in movies, use the gunpowder to . . . keep things cauterized? Or something?"

He looks up at BatGirl "Do you like, learn this stuff on a secret island? Like, I always heard that there was like some island that you guys go to for like a few years to train in secret." He smiles at her and then shrugs as he says "I hear. . . that the bat coloring books. . . are okay, but . . . you only need the black crayon for them." He smiles as he says "I suppose I could use the drugs here. Hell with it." He closes his eyes. "We can get through this, yeah? Oh thank God, pills, I don't really want to just get through this with balls and grit, no offense." He takes the pills happily, and then starts looking at the skin. 

"Okay, this is sorta how I HOPED meeting you would go, but .  . . I honestly couldn't realistically think that this is how it would .  . . yeah, hi. Shut up Bivins" He smiles at her, and then licks his chapped bloody lips. He hears the running again, then points his gun at the ceiling and then waits, tracing it along, and then firing twice. He hears a thunk upstairs and then swallows, and says "My car's parked out back. . . in the alleyway. " He looks at her and nods saying "and if that spray's messing with your mind, we might need ta get you somewhere safe. Hospital maybe. Hospital for us both." 

He exhales and says "We better move." He starts to move along, dragging along the wall as he goes. "Stay behind me. . . and . . . let's not get killed." He hoped the shots fired would bring backup too. The car, not too far. We can do this.

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Attempting to help him as much as possible as he slowly staggered to his feet, she instantly wasn’t a fan of his idea. At the same time, she didn’t want him to stay here, especially seeing as the building was still realistically occupied by their previous attackers. It would have been easy to make a quick escape if she hadn’t had him wounded next to her. Years of gymnastics and personal experience training alongside the caped crusader himself made her full qualified to leave with the assistance of the window and her grappling hook.

“Oh okay. Calm down there big guy. This isn’t a good idea. How about you give me the gun and you stay behind me. And you don’t have to tell me about being invincible.” She commented, the sharp pain continuing to blossom from the back of her head, her crimson blood matting her dark red hair. “Trust me, if Detective Bivins dies in a shootout in some sketchy building, the whole city stops. Batgirl isn’t that big of a deal.” She insisted, hoping that he would allow her to take the lead in this one. With a father of the Commissioner, she was fully aware of how to operate a gun.

Blinking at his comment, she shook her head. “I’m not totally sure. Maybe you just watch too much T.V” She looked at the open window, reaching to her waist to make sure that her grappling hook was in the same shattered condition as her communicator. She couldn’t help but smile at his comment. “Secret Island, huh? Well, that’s not too far off. I have heard crazier tales. The redhead couldn’t help but admire his sense of humor even in such a dire situation. Ripping open the package of pills for him to ingest, she hoped they would be able to relieve some of the pain. She almost wanted to take some herself, though he was in much more need of them than she.

Smiling at his comment, She couldn’t help but chuckle for a moment. If only he knew that Batgirl was really just the glasses-wearing redhead that he ran into on and off every day. Though her confidence as Batgirl much rivaled that of the Babs he was familiar with. “Alright, once we get there I can drive.” Seeing as it would be impossible to keep him on the back of her motorcycle, she would drop both him and his car off before sulking into the shadows and finding some way to deal with her own injury. “Hospital for you, I’ll be alright.” She insisted, “Let’s move.”

“Yeah, we’ll get through this. Wait - How about we take the window? That way we don’t have to deal with our little friends in the other room. Are you afraid of heights? All you would have to do is hang on and we would be on the ground in no time.” She pulled her grappling hook-gun from her belt. Though she was asking, she was half tempted to push him.

outfit: batsuit, now shredded 

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He exhaled and said "I'll pass on giving you the gun, Batgirl. You got crazy ninja training and the power to control flying mammals with your mind. I ain't got those advantages!" He coughs a bit and clutches the wound saying "I ain't . . . invincible, but . . . this thing's the only thing I got saving me from when one of those bastards drop through . . . the window. Besides. . . the boss don't like it when I lose my gun." 

He looks around, walking slowly with her, one foot, then another, one step then another. . . "And I promise you, if Detective Bivins dies, his own mom ain't even gonna be that sad about it. She's got two perfectly good other Bivins. I'm the redundant one. . . the city could care even less than her."

He blinks up at her for a moment saying "Hey, you know my name! That's awesome! Do we know eachother in real life, cause that would be a really weird coincidence, and you're probably like Sally from the front desk and like, I never knew it . . . or more likely you just know me from the crime scenes. . . or you're psychic. In which case that is a totally normal reaction to seeing you that I'm sure you're used to by now and won't hold against me, because even though I am bleeding out, I am still a man and the room is still spinning and I'm good okay. . ." He clutches his chest for a moment and says "Okay, no more excitement." 

He listens to her advice and then says "Yeah, hospital. . . and um . .  backup first. We'll call from the car. . . this has to be taken care of." He moves with her, as he listens to the advice about the window. "Well, I'm no more dead from the window than I am from the door, what the hell. Always wanted to . . . do that grapple thingie you guys do." He coughs and clutches the wound again. 


He smiles at her saying "Yeah, I can hang on. I just want to keep a hold of the gun in case one of those guys pops in through the" there's a sound of broken glass as through the power of DYNAMIC ENTRY one of the black clad ninjas seems to burst through the window, posing for a second and throwing something at the ground in front of the two of them. Bivins is slow to react, blinking for a second as he starts to bring the gun up in that direction. Babs would have time to react before he fired. 

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She only could assume that he would be stubborn, but she admired it regardless. While most would be reduced to a complete hectic mess in a condition similar to his, he was ambitiously prepared to trek on and fight. Babs had always admired that quality in him and the rest of her father’s staff. Simply blinking when he mentioned her apparent ability to control bats with her mind, she opened her mouth to make a comment but quickly closed it, smiling instead. As the corners of her mouth stretched, she was instantly reminded of the sharp pain radiating from the back of her head and the smile vanished. Batgirl didn’t argue with him, but his next comment was a little too hard to ignore.

Looking at him through the form-fitting eyeholes in her mask, she might have hit him if he wasn’t so injured and she wasn’t pretending to not be Barbara Gordon. Of course someone would care! She would care! If Bivins were to disappear she would be transformed in more ways than one. Like the rest of her father’s department, he was family. Well, in a way. The situation didn’t allow for such emotions, but she couldn’t help but comment. “I am sure there will be many who would miss you. Every time a cop dies in this town there are massive memorial services, but this is foolish to talk about. We’re wasting time and neither of us is dying any time soon.”

Shit. Did she really say that? Her injuries were getting the best of her. While it was an ultimate reminder that she was human, she needed to get out of that mindset. Batgirl didn’t know Bivins – Barbara did. She decided to limit her conversation, terrified of what else she might let slip. “You’d be surprised.” She said almost dully as if she was completely unengaged in the conversation. However, it was somewhat true. Her photographic memory did aid her when it came to instantly recognizing names and faces.

Bivins actually seemed excited to meet her. The busty redhead didn’t exactly get that a lot as Batgirl. In fact, there seemed to be more in the town who wanted to meet her for revenge reasons, making this experience with Bivins almost flattering. Still, she was letting her thoughts get carried away. Once again, it was Batgirl who he was excited to see, not the girl behind the mask.

“Agreed. But you are not in the condition to do so. I can come back after I make sure you are safe." She didn’t even allow him to make a proper decision before removing the Grapple gun from her hip and aiming it accurately at the first secure looking fixture she could see. Once the hook was secure, she started toward the window as well, only to have their plan temporarily interrupted. Glass shards flew everywhere as someone burst through the window, though Batgirl hardly noticed any of them ¬¬¬slicing the material of her costume and skin.

This was getting old, and she wanted nothing more than to help Bivins. His pale complexion informed her that time was quickly running out. Ignoring the fact that he had a gun, she obviously didn’t like to go that particular route. Hoping he would not fire, her impulsive nature fueled her to act the moment the figure landed before them. An unexpected anger caused her to bound forward, careful to dodge the intruder’s first blow to the redhead as she closed the distance between them. Her grapple gun slid across the ground, and she was careful to soften the blow and it skidded across the dirty floor toward Bivins feet, giving him the option to leave though she knew he wouldn’t.

With her excessive training, she had great skill. Though typically her speed seemed help her significantly in combat, this figure she was fighting seemed to have similar assets. The longer this continued to progress, she tried to block out the pain radiating in the back of her skull until her opponent seemed to make a blow to the same region. “Ahhh.” She groaned, closing her eyes tightly, her vision blurry. The figure followed up with a forceful kick to her abdomen, sending Batgirl stumbling backwards. The pain blossomed quickly from the revisit to her head injury. However, she wasn’t easily defeated and quickly composed herself. She gritted her teeth and launched back at her opponent.

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Bivins smiled at the girl, somehow he felt her presence to be comforting, the statement was unusual to him, but then again she didn't know his mother like he did. It was tough being the middle child and the disappointment,  still, in the delirium and the blood loss, he felt somehow like he recognized her, and more so than usual, he trusted her. As he felt the room spin around, for some reason she remained a solid constant. Maybe that's what heroes were for, to give grounding when everything else got blurry. "Yeah. . . so awesome." He smiled at her stupidly.

 The grappling hook was as cool as he thought it was, the way it secured and blasted was interesting. He had a quick look at the edge bit, the clasp would allow it to grasp. . . and possibly ungrasp the fixture. That would allow for quick retraction. He saw how she fired it. . . huh, perhaps there was . . . another button to retract it once solid. And there was the other clasp at the hilt, neat. Allow sliding across buildings. He had to get him one of those. Become one of those cops that used ropes and grappling hooks to bring justice from above like those enforcers that Lex Luthor used in Metropolis as part of his connection to the Star Chamber, or the Illuminati, or whatever organization that Luthor was connected to. Hard to tell, really. But he knew that Wayne was probably in it too. The 1%ers usually were. 

The ninja cracking through the window surprised him, but he held his fire as Batgirl got close and in the way, he watched her work, admiring the fluid grace with which she moved and letting little fanboy spasms of glee go through him as he grinned like an idiot watching her work. So cool! Wait! Those weren't fanboy spasms, that was an actual body spasm from the pain. No, that's much less cool. He saw the grappling gun skid towards him, and he saw her get hurt. Suddenly it became a lot more real, this was a human being, not a Bat Goddess. . . and she was a civilian. And despite everything, she still needed help.

His gun wouldn't do a lot of good. It was too risky to use here, he'd hit her. But maybe . . . something else. He grabbed the grappling gun as smoke started to rise from the object the ninja threw upon entering the building. He felt the grapple hook still attached to the fixture, a quick glance at hot he buttons were put together, and Bivins decided to take a chance, firing it once. The grapple disconnected and retracted. . . that was not what he hoped would happen. OKAY! that's okay! He pointed the grappling hook towards the window and the ninja, the fighting still nearby. . . he fired once.

The hilt of the grappling hook fired backwards behind him striking the sofa. Okay, not that button. So that left. . . several more controls. These looked a lot easier to use on the television. He fired another button, launching the front grapple out the window, through the smoke. The ninja easily dodged it as the hook moved between the assailant and Batgirl.

Okay. . . okay! This could work too! Swoop in, grab the girl, launch out the window with her in a heroic moment. This could work! This could work. . . right. He hit the other button to retract the hook and draw him towards the other building, extending his arm to get ready to catch the girl. He hit the button. . . and was immediately drawn forward and off his feet, launching forward, and then. . . due to lack of training, to the ground as he lost his grip and was thrown off balance.

This worked out in his favor, however, when the sofa flew over his head, still connected to the other part of the grappling hook. It launched straight at the ninja, straight past Batgirl as she was knocked back to the ground, hit in her wound. She got up just in time to see the sofa launch past her and strike the Ninja, distracted by smoke and the fight, slamming him through the wall, leaving nothing but an open gap where there was once a window. 

That was one way to take out a Ninja. Bivins looked at her and said "Um, you got another one of those? Or um. . . maybe the er. . . fire escape? Sorry! I'll pay for um. . . that. Yeah. Sorry. That . . . yeah, that was totally my plan." He clears his throat, and smiles wanly and palely. 

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If it were not for the constant, throbbing pain that radiated throughout the back of her head, she might have actually found herself smiling. Even in her street clothes and without the mask it was hard to deny that Bivin’s was one of her father’s more charming employees. In fact, seeing him so roughed up was almost too close to home for her now. Now as she remained in combat with this masked man that had posed to attack the pair, the pain was becoming harder and harder to ignore. The sensation blossomed with each passing movement, and there was only so much more that she could do to stay loose and continue to fight.

As a bellow of pain fell from her lips, she quickly got back to her feet, despite how much she simply wanted to sink into the concrete and close her eyes. However, Bivin’s had gotten access of her grappling gun. Though she was lying on her back once more, she took several hasty seconds to compose herself. She winced as she reached toward the wound that had once again been revisited. As she attempted to sit up, she found herself having to press her body towards the concrete once more as a couch hurtled through the air, inches away from her body and hitting her attacker.

Chest heaving and head reeling, she got to her feet. Staggering slightly as she regained her balance, the room – or what was left of it – was spinning rapidly around her. She groaned until she released that he was talking to her and that this wasn’t quite over. Looking up, her bright blue eyes blinked as she started toward him. “Ugh...thanks...Don’t worry about it - just know that you owe me. Come on, let’s get out of here. I don’t know if I can handle any more surprises.” She turned in a full circle. “The fire escape.” Starting toward it, she expected it for safety before starting back toward Bivin’s. “Alright, time to go to the hospital.” She attempted lightly, moving to help him.

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"Yeah . . . I think um. Hospital. . . might be good." He looks at her, again, leaning to support her a bit, and be supported by her. This was some weird buddy cop thing, but then again, she seemed nice when she wasn't pretending to be some sort of aloof bat-thing. . . He started to walk towards the fire escape and then make his way through the window. He went through first, gun out still, pointed up, then down, he was trying to stop the bleeding. 

"So . . . um. . . where do you go when you need medical help? Do you have like some sort of special bat sanctuary? Or like a Batfirmirary?" He clears his throat as he says "Okay, head down first, I'll keep you covered." He reached to his cellphone and looked for reception. The screen looked all sorts of messed up. "They're doing something . . . to scramble the signal. . . I think." He shakes his phone a bit and then sighs, pocketing it. "I read about it on. . . line" He shakes his head once, closing his eyes swallowing and then looking up again. "I wonder why they're bothering." He leans back against the railing looking up to see if he can see anything, furrowing his eyebrows. "I mean, why bother? This place is basically a crackhouse. It's . . . condemned, why set up something to block a cellphone signal?" 

He shook his head and then looked down at the alley below, then said "We need backup." He fires his gun three times into the ground. "That should get some uniforms here soon, hopefully. But . . . why aren't there any uniforms here. I"ve fired a few times, at least. . . three minutes ago. The response time should say that someone should be here. . ." He's looking up for a moment and then back out, listening for sirens. "If I were . . . paranoid I'd wonder about that. Maybe no one heard nothin. . . maybe there ain't no snitches out here. . . maybe something else. . . " He raised some interesting questions.  He looked at Batgirl for a minute. "I think I'm good for now, I mean. I'm bleeding but I can last. . . and there doesnt' seem to be backup. What should we do?"

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This biggest difficulty wasn’t dealing with this situation while struggling on the verge of consciousness, but the man who made the other half of the unlikely pair. Once she put on the mask it was typically easy to slip into the Batgirl mindset, though Bivin’s company almost made her revert back to some silly school girl hiding behind her thick framed glasses and a book. It was almost a struggle to keep herself enveloped in mystery and smoother her genuine concern for him all while battling the horrible pain that continued to radiated throughout her skull.

“Okay, hospital it is.” She assisted him in any way possible to the window, not bothering when he followed police protocol and check the exit before leaving. Batgirl was eager to push things along, unsure of how much longer she would be able to suppress the pain and eventually succumb to the dizziness. Helping him out the window, she was then quick to jump out herself, landing on the metal platform beside him. If she were not in so much pain and desperate to conceal her identity, she might have laughed at Bivin’s comment, but instead she replied shortly, “Yeah, something like that.”

She nodded and started down the steps, constantly looking before her and above them to insure that they were not being followed. The night air felt good against her face and whipped through her red hair as she descended down the stairs. “How are you holding up?” She asked, glancing toward him to see if he needed any help, however he seemed distracted by the signal with his phone. Barbara knew exactly what he was talking about, causing her to halt in her tracks. She had done a bit of reading on it herself, aware that some wealthy schools would use such technology to prevent cellphone communication in classrooms and halls. But it did seem odd that a rundown place such as this would do something similar. “Or maybe you just have a crappy cellphone. Come on, we need to get you some help.” She said blankly, though he had managed to get her thinking. This place was far to run down to be some kind of fortress and was condemned by the city, making it a perfect place for hiding out or even distributing.

Curious as to what might have been on the other floors, the sharp pain in the back of her head reminded her that she was nowhere near close to cracking this- despite how much she wanted to continue on. Bivins was her priority and he wasn’t going to last much longer if she didn’t get him to the hospital. She was astounded that he was even walking at this point and his face was so pale that it nearly glowed in the dark.

However, his statement whirled around in her head, why did they block the signal? Even if it was for distributing they would certainly need to communicate in such a building. She wanted Bivin’s thoughts and looked over her shoulder as she continued to descend down the escape. “What would they be doing here though? I thought maybe they were distributing or hiding out- but even then wouldn’t they need communication?”

Bivin’s paranoia only caused hers to multiply. Her turned to her, asking her call. The redhead looked unbothered for a moment though she was secretly lost in thoughts. She didn’t know where to go from here, but it was impossible to think with her head pounding. She examined him closely. “I don’t believe you, I still think we should go to the hospital We’re not going to be on our A-game with you like that and me-“ Batgirl reached to the back of her head where her hair was matted with blood. “But at the same time I don’t want to leave until we figure out what happened to your backup, there could be something seriously wrong here…you sure you are alright?”


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Bivins clutched his abdomen for a bit, he was pale, dizzy, but focused now, leaning against the railing, he looked up and then around the area. "No, it's not the cellphone. My phone's my bread and butter, honestly, I got the new one. It's rooted and everything and I got some of the aftermarket tweaks to it. . . no, if there's reception, it'll get it. There's something scrambling the signal, and for some reason . . . it's here." His head was spinning but thinking clearly, except of course that he was struck with the common malady of most people in the world of being unable to recognize people they were very close to just because they had some fabric over their eyes, or glasses or something like that.



He sighed as he looked at her for a moment, staring into her eyes, alright, maybe a quick glance downwards, but back up to the eyes a moment later. "There's gotta be a reason, and maybe they don't need to communicate via cellphones, or maybe it's part of some other plan." His paranoia was starting to get the better of him too. "And where's the backup? There's a lot of gunfire here, there should be backup by now. . . and this area's got police patrols, a lot of em nearby. Why aren't any coming by here?" He looked at her and her instance at him going to the hospital. She was wearing the mask, and the masks liked to protect people like him. Get people like him away from the situation where there wouldn't be trouble. Well, maybe he didn't have phenomenal powers or a cape, but he did have a badge and an oath. . . and maybe that wasn't worth much in Gotham, but it meant everything to Leo Bivins. Sometimes it was the only thing he really had, when all things were down. He joked a lot, but damnit, he really did want to do something right, and maybe . . .



"We're not at our A-game, but we might just be the only game in town right now, and maybe I'm gonna be more heroic because you're dressed like . . . that. . . and you're really close, but I think I'm fine. I mean, the place isn't spinning as much and the bleeding's slowing down, although that might be because I'm running out of blood! That's good! I can't think of any way for this to go badly!"



He sighed as he considered the area, why here? Something nearby? Something in the pipes? Location? It was located in a nastier area, but what was nearby? That's gotta be it. . . or maybe there was nothing nearby. He looked up the fire escape saying "It'd be high. Maybe on the roof. Otherwise, would it be messing things up outside? I don't know, we should check up there first." He clung to his wound with one hand, and his gun with the other, and started to move towards the fire escape.



The path up was unassaulted, uneventful. Quiet. . . too quiet. Atop the roof they'd find a device, made of antennas and tubes, it beeped quietly, connected to a running generator. There was another box next to it, connected to the generator. This one was slightly less clear as to its purpose, but the countdown on the clock on the side of it didn't inspire confidence. The roof was unguarded, empty, that was weird.

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Her fears were confirmed, and while it was something she really didn’t want to deal with right now she knew she needed to ignore her pounding head and continue on. If Bivin’s stubborn ass could push through, so could she. She was constantly terrified of him being injured further, making her almost wish that he was not here. He was almost like a weakness, but Batgirl knew that the officer would not let her cradle him, despite how much he needed to be rushed to the hospital. “You don’t think it could be-“ She began, but her statement was useless. Something with that much energy to wipe out a cellphone signal had to have a great deal of power itself, and the fact that it was placed in an abandoned building only made it more suspicious.

She worked hard to hide the smile that tried to find its way to her lips at his dedication. Leave it to Bivins to be wounded with his life flashing before his eyes and still want to save the day; her father really didn’t give the guy enough credit. “You are right – I can push through it if you can. But you better not lie to me and if you are, that wound is going to be the least of your problems. As soon as we are out of this we are getting you some help.”

She couldn’t understand why this setting of all places would be the host for something diabolical. It was on the outskirts of town and not nearly in a notable positon. Then again, that could be the exact reason why it was being used in the first place. Babs nodded and looked up at the rooftop as Bivin’s spoke. As he started to move toward the fire escape, she moved swiftly and positioned herself in front of him so that she could go first. Without saying a word she quickly ascended up the fire escape, sending worried looks over her shoulder as Bivin’s followed.

There were no shouts, no guns, and no distinct noises. It was almost peaceful. Stars illuminated the Gotham sky and seemed to grow in intensity the further they climbed. Batgirl picked up the pace a bit, determined to get to the top first just in case they were to be greeted with another unwanted foe. However, she stepped onto the rooftop she quickly found that she was alone. Quickly scanning the area, it didn’t take long for her eyes to focus on some unusual looking device sitting in the shadows, beeping and buzzing.

She raced toward it, the clock on the side continued to count down as she approached, causing her eyes to widen with fear. It was a bomb. That was why the service wasn’t working and that was why they were left to dead in the abandoned building of all places. Bivin’s was right, and it was starting to make some since.

However, now there was a need to disable it. Thankfully, the ambitious redhead was very tech-savvy. Both her major and her current internship basically revolved around it, not to mention she was well equipped with a belt with devices way before there time. “Watch my back, and stay away.” She called to him, as she reached into her belt and reached for a transparent tablet, holding it over the device. The screen would display the internal mechanism of the machine, and hopefully help her disable it. However, she needed to make sure time was on her side.



outfit: batsuit, now shredded