The alarm had gone off at 'Waynetech Labs'. The police were responding, but there was something in the Despatcher's tone of voice that made her sit forward, when she heard the fateful words, '... The Joker has been sighted in the vicinity.."
She was already racing off to her bike, mentally planning her route.
The engine throbbed powerfully between her legs, her thighs clutching tightly to the warmth of the seat, and the vibrations from the engine. She felt excitement in her veins, as her hair flew behind, and her cloak flapped in the wind. There wasn't much traffic at three in the morning, but she swept between the cars as if they were parked.
Killing the engine as she got closer, she silently glided into the dark alley opposite the labs. Despite the modern interior it was styled with seven large roman pillars at the main entrance.
"You're getting quicker." a gruff, growling voice admitted from deep in the shadows of a doorway. He stepped forward until he was almost visible, the sharp ears of his outline already confirming why her heart was racing.
"They don't get away with anything."
Determination resonated in his voice, her ... bones also harmonising with his sentiments.
"They..." she cursed the softness in her own voice.
"He's got Harley with him..." he explained.
He didn't need to tell her who had which target.
"I don't suppose..."
"No." Babs cut his question, his suggestion off. She kept her voice firm, and flat, determined, avoiding petulance. She wasn't going to step aside to let him face the danger alone.
"I can hold my own." she assured him.
He didn't answer but a hint of teeth showed beneath the mask... My God, had he just smiled.
Together they crept from the alley, using the cars for cover. Keeping low, they darted across the road to rest against the low wall.
Waynetech Labs didn't need a high wall, or an electric fence. It's defences were high-tech.
Babs considered a stiff e-mail to Bruce Wayne, before stopping herself. That wouldn't have done more than slow the joker down. Alas, it was a pristine lawn from here to the front doors. Without the slenderest sapling to provide cover.
Sharing the same concern, Batman answered with a shrug before leaping from cover to land on the grass. She followed a moment later, and the pair sprinted across. As they reached halfway across, a figure strutted out from behind one of the pillars.
A woman in skin-tight lycra, with something large and round resting on her shoulder. Stepping into the light, the red and black diamonds of her outfit were revealed. But it was the head of her hammer that she was toting. The metal of a stubby barrel caught the moon light. It looked like no weapon she'd ever seen before, with a wide... so wide muzzle but short. It looked like a sawn-off rocket launcher.
She felt the tension from Batman. He lowered into a crouch, ready to dive one way or the other.
"Morning, boys and girls. You're up bright and early."
Her gaze flicked towards the voice, as out from the shadows stepped. She spotted the same weapon, briefly a smile cracked his make-up, and he fired. Brilliant blue lightning shot from the weapon, in an instant it danced around Batman, crackling and sparking. Whatever it was, it was bypassing his armour, his teeth were gritted in pain. She turned to help him only to be struck with a second beam from a giggling Harley Quinn. Agony raced through every nerve in her body, as blinding light flared across her vision. Impossibly, the pain intensified, until a high shriek was ripped from her lungs as her agony filled the night.
Night returned as the weapons cut off. The pair were capable of nothing beyond collapsing on the spot, helplessly, they listened to a car speed away into the night.
Specks and dots danced in front of her eyes, as she tried to blink them away. Her legs refused to respond, they felt alien and distant. Every impulse wrong and resisting her.
Through watery eyes, she made out the dark outline of her companion. It wasn't really any comfort, but she felt a sense of pride that Batman too was ... just as ... incapacitated.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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