Pat. Pat. Patpatpatpatpat.
She ran, and jumped straight off the roof.
No pause, no hesitation in her stride.
The rush of adrenaline as she plummeted two, six, ten storeys was one of her favorite feelings in the world.
The sharp intake of breath, the blood pumping in her ears, more awake than any amount of coffee could ever make her. She gave it a three count, drew her grapple gun, as she continued to fly headfirst towards certain death. With a measured, well practiced coolness Stephanie aimed a shot at one of the stoic guardians of Gotham, one of hundreds of gargoyles perched around the city, keeping watch.
Finding her mark, she adjusted her grip, and braced herself for it. The twang of the line going taut.
If unprepared, it could easily rip a girls arm right out of its socket. She should know. It's happened before. And it sucked.
Swinging her legs around as the line was starting to go taut, she swung herself towards her chosen destination, strategic freefalling, rooftop running and yet more dives to reach it. She had gotten better. She didn't whoop and cheer as she swung through the night anymore, even if she still felt the same joy.
It was good to be Batgirl.