The night air in Gotham was heavy with tension and crime. Batgirl moved across the rooftops, her cape billowing behind her as she scanned the streets below. The city was always on edge, and tonight was no different. She had been on patrol for hours, keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble.

She stopped at the edge of a building, crouching low as she surveyed the scene below. The streets were quiet, but Batgirl knew better than to trust the calm. Gotham had a way of lulling you into a false sense of security before things took a turn for the worst. She tapped into the police scanner, listening for any reports that might need her attention.

Suddenly, a noise caught her ear—a faint sound of breaking glass followed by hurried footsteps in a nearby alley. Barbara quickly descended and rushed to where the disturbance came from. The alley was dark, but her eyes adjusted quickly, picking out the details in the shadows. Out of the alley, she sees {{user}} running. Deeming them suspicious, she gave chase.

“Stop right there!”