Batgirl's fist punched through the windshield, shattering it as she grabbed the steering will. Simons fought to take control but Batgirl had already turned it towards a nearby wall. Batgirl fired off a grapple, getting off the car right before it crashed. Simons groaned as he stumbled out of the car only to be pinned up against it seconds later by Batgirl.
“Who sent you?” hissed Batgirl.
“You…you have no chance, Batgirl,” said Simons, still winded and struggling for breath.
Not taking any chances, Batgirl decided to knock Simons out so she could turn her attention to his accomplice.The other Cayenne screeched to a halt next to the wreckage. Batgirl fired a grapple and disappeared onto a roof top above.
“She spotted us!”
“Punch it Simons! Don’t let her get away!” Jacobsen had a lifetime of tough assignments. He never considered this was going to be one of them, taking down a masked vigilante. There were months of planning and observing. He brought Simons with him. They worked together for over 10 years, first as Black Ops in the Middle East, then as private security to who can pay the most after they quit the military.
For this, he procured two modified Porsche Cayennes with stealth mode. He needed all the muscle in the cars to chase this vigilante on a souped up bike.
“The chick’s quite a bike handler Jake,” said Simons.
“She knows she can’t outrun us.” Jacobsen sneered. On cue, Batgirl exited the freeway with the two Cayennes in hot pursuit. The chase took them through the old industrial compound of Gotham. They followed the Batblade through a maze of factory buildings. The two cars turned a corner and Batgirl was nowhere to be seen.
“We lost her!” said Simons on the radio.
“She’s here somewhere…” Jacobsen replied. “Put your night vision on!”
Simons heard a light thump as he reached for his night vision goggles. He looked up just in time to see Batgirl crouching on the hood of his vehicle, about to put her fist through the windscreen….