Barbara's POV
On patrol alone. Again. Bruce is on League business, and Dick's with the Team. Really, I should be with him, but Gotham isn't going to patrol itself.

"I hadn't believes there was another Bat-brat on the streets until now." Penguin cackles from behind me. His goons grab my arms and hold my head facing him as he 'checks me out'. "Yes. You'll be a fine addition to my collection."
"I'm not going into anyone's collection, Cobblepot." I snarl into his face.
"Hey Oz!" A voice yells from the rooftop. "Didn't you ever learn that you have to at least buy a girl dinner before you get that far?" Only one person I know could come up a line like that.

Dick swings down, kicking over the women holding me. We stand back to back and take up defensive positions.
"Took you long enough." I smirk, punching a girl, then using her to take out two more.
"Well, the traffic on the four was bad, and all the lights were against me." He jokes. I punch the last thug. "Can we go now? I was thinking we could get some dinner."
"Sounds great." I grab Penguin's collar. "One second." I pull his hands behind him and handcuff them, then use a second pair to attach him to a street lamp. "Can you get them?" I motion to the girls, and Dick begins tying them up.
"Ah ah ah, little bird. You see I've got a deal with Penguin here." A manic voice says from the shadows. "And I can't have anything interfere with it." Joker steps out from the shadows and shoots Dick with a taser on the back of his neck. He collapses in front of me. "Sorry to cut our visit short, Bratgirl, but it seems like your date's bailed." Joker hauls Dick's body over his shoulder. I run at him, but he pulls out a gun. "I wouldn't keep running if I were you. Not if you want your little Robin to live." The idiot hooks a string onto my glove's fins, and starts walking away calmly, and throws Dick carelessly into a black van. They begin to drive. And the string starts getting tighter. Damn it, Gordon.
I try to get the string off, but it's tangled into my glove. I have no choice but to-
A huge blow from behind me throws me to the ground. Flames lick my cape, and shrapnel buries itself into my suit. Of course Joker had to blow something up. It's a Friday. But on Friday's Batgirl always gets pissed. Especially at people who kidnap her kind-of-boyfriend. Focus, Gordon. If you're facing Joker alone, you're gonna need a new suit. And car.