DC: The Brave and the Bawdy

Titans: Slumber

Batgirl adjusted the setting on her belt radio to match the frequency of the listening device she had planted in the warehouse. There was a brief crackle before she could hear the distant voices.

"Hurry up," said one voice, "We have to get this to Jump City in two days!"

Whoever it was seemed to be in charge. Batgirl didn't recognize her voice, so that eliminated some of the more dangerous threats to Gotham.

It sounded like they were going to leave any minute. Batgirl had to act now if she wanted a chance at stopping them. She army crawled along the roof of the warehouse until she got to the edge. She slid off and gripped onto the roof, using it to swing into the window directly below it and onto a catwalk at the top of the room.

"Someone's there!" shouted the leader from below, "Shoot them!"

Several heavily armed men turned and opened fire on the catwalk with large machine guns. Batgirl sprinted down the path as she heard the metallic noise of bullets ricocheting behind her. These guys were far better armed than any gang in Gotham, and that was saying something. The gunmen were wearing heavy black bodysuits that obscured their faces. There was no way of knowing what sort of tech was worked into those.

Batman and Batgirl had been tracking a particularly well guarded stash of goods that was being moved between gangs. There was supposedly a final handoff to the actual buyer of the product. Batman and Batgirl had narrowed it down to one of a few places. Batgirl just so happened to pick the right one on the first go.

Whoever this buyer was, they were willing to pay a lot of money to ensure its protection. Not only had they armed their security through the teeth, but they had hired a captain so infamous that Batgirl recognized her on sight. She was a muscular, broad shouldered woman with her hair held up in a military cap that matched her uniform. It was Mercy Graves.

Batgirl eyed the windows on the other end of the catwalk. She sprinted for it. There was no use in trying to stay behind and outfight them. She had lost the element of surprise and was hopelessly outgunned. Retreating was the only option.

Batgirl dove out the window, shattering the glass with her shoulder. She drew her grappling gun and fired upward in a Hail Mary to save her from the fall. Her gamble paid off and the grappling gun hooked to the ledge of the building next door, slowing Batgirl's fall into a swing from which she gracefully made it to the ground. Now she just had to get back to her batcycle.

Batman had gotten her a batcycle. In actuality, it was Robin's old motorcycle repurposed into being Batgirl's personal motorcycle. This was strange for several reasons. The first of which was that she was dating that former Robin and current Nightwing: Dick Grayson. The second of which was that Robin had quit under tense circumstances, so it felt strange to be repurposing his equipment so soon.

Batgirl mounted her batcycle and sped away, smoothly maneuvering between cars as she drove for the nearest off road to take back to Wayne Manor.

She activated her earpiece.

"Come in," she panted, "Batman, do you copy?"

"Copy," said Batman back immediately.

"I was spotted at the hand off and had to bail," explained Batgirl, catching her breath, "but you'll never guess who's running point on the assignment."

"Who?"

"Come on," said Batgirl, "You know you want to guess."

"...was it Bane?"

"It wasn't Bane."

"Was it Mercy Graves?"

"Damn!" chuckled Batgirl, "Got it in two. How'd you even-?"