Batgirl surveyed the darkened streets, her senses heightened by the recent surge in Court of Owls activity. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and electric, as if the city itself held its breath.

Suddenly, a quiet sound cut through the stillness. Catwoman appeared beside her, her silhouette sharp against the moonlight. “I figured you’d be up here, Batgirl. Always the watchful guardian,” she said, a playful smirk on her lips.

Batgirl turned, her expression serious. “Selina, we might need your skills tonight. The Talons are on the move.”

Before Catwoman could reply, shadows shifted around them. Tall, menacing figures emerged from the darkness—Talons, clad in their signature white masks and dark attire, moving with predatory grace.

Batgirl's eyes narrowed as she prepared for the inevitable confrontation. “Looks like we have company.”

Without hesitation, she sprang into action, launching her grappling hook into the night sky. Catwoman followed suit, her whip unfurling with a crack that echoed in the night.

The Talons advanced, their movements calculated and lethal. Batgirl charged forward, her training kicking in as she dodged the first strike, delivering a powerful kick that sent one Talon crashing into a chimney.

Catwoman, her instincts sharp, twirled to evade an attack, wrapping her whip around another Talon’s arm. “For elite assassins, they sure know how to stumble,” she taunted, her voice laced with amusement.

Batgirl and Catwoman fought in sync, each anticipating the other’s moves. Batgirl executed a series of precise kicks, aiming to incapacitate, while Catwoman danced around her opponents, using their momentum against them.

As the battle raged, the remaining Talons began to regroup, their coordination tightening. Batgirl and Catwoman exchanged glances, recognizing the need for a new strategy.