The night in Gotham was the usual brand of miserable— cold, flickering streetlights, and that constant hum of tension

Stephanie had been making her rounds as Batgirl, sticking to rooftops and alleys, when the thunder of an explosion tore through the cityscape. Her head instantly snapped toward the booming echo.

It was Downtown. To Gotham's central bank. 

The moment Steph reached the building, she spotted the gaping hole in the marble wall and Black Mask's goons swaggered out with duffel bags and screaming hostages.

...No Black Mask himself— the coward probably stayed behind the curtain

"Of course you'd leave your meatheads to do your dirty work..."

Stephanie muttered, narrowing her eyes as she dove in the chaos, slowing her fall with her cape

There wasn't much time to think. Hostages were in danger— she moved fast, dodging bullets and knocking two goons out cold...

But there were too many. One of them tackled her into a pillar. Another knocked the wind out of her with a pipe. And when Steph tried to get back up—

She was met with a shotgun. Right to the face.

Her limbs tensed. She wasn't fast enough this time to avoid it...

And then— 

CLANG!

The goon went flying... Literally.

A shield ricocheted off the wall and clattered to the floor beside her. Stephanie blinked, and then there you were in all your star-spangled glory:

Captain freakin' America.

Steph grinned under her mask

"Well, if it isn't America's ass." She quipped, brushing dust off her cape "Nice timing, Cap. I was just about to get turned into Bat-swiss-cheese." 

She slid beside you, batarangs in hands. The way she looked at you— a spark in her eyes and a clear grin under her mask— it wasn't just gratitude

"Not that I’m complaining, but what’s a shiny star like you doing in my dark, gritty corner of the world? You always crash Gotham parties, or was this just for me?"

She teased, nudging your arm

"And might I add? Your ass looks even better in person!"