Post by Bixir on Dec 30, 2023 4:39:42 GMT
The man teetered back. His vision was a blur of spots, with flourishes of the black night between each blink. He swung, wide. His fist met air. Her fist met his skull. He fell to the ground. Her fist met his skull again. To anyone else, there was nothing left. She approached her opponent, squatting down beside him and placing an index and middle finger to the side of his neck. A pulse, faint. That was all that mattered. It was the only thing that could truly matter.
Batgirl scanned her surroundings. The man’s former victim was long gone now. The police had already been tipped. They would be along shortly. Batgirl retrieved a pair of zip ties from her utility belt. Hanging him from the street lamp would suffice. Once that was finished, the sharp twang of a grappling wire being fired cut through the night air. For thirty-seven seconds, Batgirl had been present on the corner of 7th and Miller.
Now, she was zipping through the Bowery. In a city like Gotham, there was always something going on for someone like her. This part of Gotham was by far the most consistent in its troubles, troubles that only her Family could solve. She wasn’t sure how much she still believed that, but it was one of the only beliefs she had. Many things had happened in recent years that had given her cause to reflect. How often did the rest of the Family dwell on these things? Was it ordinary, or extraordinary?
Cassandra Cain was more extraordinary than most of them. She knew this. They knew this. Was it something to be ashamed of? Proud? There was also the other family she had joined. There, she was ordinary. Should she in turn feel differently about that family? It was strange to be thinking about these things while carrying out His duties. Did He brood like this, too?
A smile curled underneath Batgirl’s mask. He almost certainly did.
Batgirl scanned her surroundings. The man’s former victim was long gone now. The police had already been tipped. They would be along shortly. Batgirl retrieved a pair of zip ties from her utility belt. Hanging him from the street lamp would suffice. Once that was finished, the sharp twang of a grappling wire being fired cut through the night air. For thirty-seven seconds, Batgirl had been present on the corner of 7th and Miller.
Now, she was zipping through the Bowery. In a city like Gotham, there was always something going on for someone like her. This part of Gotham was by far the most consistent in its troubles, troubles that only her Family could solve. She wasn’t sure how much she still believed that, but it was one of the only beliefs she had. Many things had happened in recent years that had given her cause to reflect. How often did the rest of the Family dwell on these things? Was it ordinary, or extraordinary?
Cassandra Cain was more extraordinary than most of them. She knew this. They knew this. Was it something to be ashamed of? Proud? There was also the other family she had joined. There, she was ordinary. Should she in turn feel differently about that family? It was strange to be thinking about these things while carrying out His duties. Did He brood like this, too?
A smile curled underneath Batgirl’s mask. He almost certainly did.
