... continued from last week ...
... sometime later ...
Nightfall, in the luscious grounds of Richie Corday's manor. Demolitia is firing her handgun at Batgirl, who is narrowly dodging the speeding projectiles, simultaneously hurling a Batarang in Demolitia's direction.
- - - bitch!
Whoooa - - - !
Cut to Richie Corday's bedroom. He's sitting up in bed, eyes wide, panicked at the sound of gunfire.
- - - Nyyyarrrrgh!
PANEL THREECut back to outside. The Batarang has clattered into Demolitia's gun; she's dropped it and is reeling away from Batgirl, who has landed out of her dive gracefully, with superheroic poise.
Y'know, I didn't think it was possible,
but in terms of hostility you've surpassed
Robin a thousandfold.
I'm just here to chat.
And to stop you killing Richie Corday too, sure...
But mostly to chat.
Demolitia's eyes are filled with rage as she prods a finger into her chest, at the Bat-symbol that adorns it.
Just because I work for him doesn't
mean I'm a slave to his symbol.
Corday deserves to - - -
Pull back. A phalanx of bodyguards have their weapons trained on Demolitia and Batgirl.
Do not move!
Batgirl tilts her head towards Demolitia.