Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

It was just another night in Gotham, for most. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and the chill in the air was the same as any other, but things were certainly not as they seemed. The vigilantes that protected this city were scrambling, hoping that word of Batmans absence wouldnt be spread into the criminal underworld. If they knew, there would certainly be a surge in crime. One that the bat family might not be able to handle, especially with their fearless leader down for the count. For Barbara the problem was two fold. Getting back into the swing of things had been more difficult than she would ever admit. After years of being Oracle, hitting the pavement as Batgirl was certainly an adjustment. Despite having been training, she was still out of practice and a little rusty. Muscles she hadnt worked in years would scream at her, but she powered through the pain, determined to get back to where she was. Surpass what she was. The warehouse was silent, save for the few whispered voices coming from below the scaffolding she was perched on. The men were low level drug peddlers, handing out their latest shipment and going over who had what area of the city. There were four that she could see, but she had a feeling more were hidden in the shadows out of view. The haul was too big to only be guarded by four men, none of which were very impressive looking. The conversation was wrapping up though, and goodbyes were being said. The redhead couldnt let them walk out, needed to strike when she could feasibly take them all out in a short span of time and hope none of them ran. The only warning would be the metal clang of a canister hitting the ground, before smoke started to rise up and billow along the floor. Barbara hit the ground silently, landing behind the ringleader and immediately wrapping her arm around his throat. Bat! A voice yelled out from the left of her, and she quickly spun, dragging the man in the chokehold with her as a leg kicked out. The heel of her boot hit something solid, and the sound of a pained grunt affirmed her hopes that it was the one who had called out. In a matter of moments she already had two down, but she could hear footsteps moving toward her. Certainly more than those that belonged to the two men she knew of. Shit! Three? Five? Batgirl was trying to focus while still staying out of reach, trying to gather as much information as she could before the fight broke out. The smoke was helping, buying her much needed time to regroup and formulate a plan, but it was starting to dissipate. Do you see anything? No, this damn fog...you really think it was a bat? There was obvious fear in their voices, and it irritated Barbara that they probably wouldnt be nearly as terrified if they knew it wasnt the Bat that had crashed their party. It was that moment of unfocus that proved to be a downfall, a hand reaching through the clearing smoke and grabbing hold of her cape with a violent tug. Ha! Its a girly bat!! Heeey beautiful. Nice of you drop in. The only response the man received was growl, as the redhead quickly recovered and swept her leg around. The thug was knocked off balance as soon as she made contact with his calves, knocking his legs out from underneath him and sending him towards the ground. There wasnt much time to celebrate though, as more bodies started to close in on her. It was too many, and she knew that, but her pride wouldnt allow her to turn tail and. Of course she could hear Bruce in her head, lecturing her on choices, but she quickly pushed that all knowing voice aside. Looks like its a party. Despite her worry, there was a confidence to her voice that was a little unsettling to the men surrounding her. Had I known, I would have brought some dip or something. With that she was rushed from all sides, each man having his own reasons for wanting to get their hands on her.