"Gotham City. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy… wait. No… I'm thinking of something else…"
The cowl wearing blonde taps at her chin, straightening up after pulling the ziptie tight around the wrists of the street thug, her foot on the middle of his squirming back. An exasperated sigh sounds over her comms.
"You're doing it again. No-one gets your references."
"No, you don't get my references, Proxy. You're just a heathen. You got it, right dude?"
Nudging the thug with her foot, he nodded feebly, mumbling through his swollen lips.
"Atta boy. Stay on the straight and narrow next time. You seem alright. Proxy! The music!"
"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Steph pointed skyward, a weary groan sounding in response. Drawing her grapple and starting to walk away from her bust of the night, twirling the gas line pistol in her palm she grins deviously.
"It's less painful with the music, and you know it. The music drowns me out."
"Yeah, but. You're kidding right? You seriously want this played?"
With a heavy sigh, Wendy queues up the playlist.
Closing her eyes with a pleased grin, firing off the grapple to continue with the nights patrol, she started humming along to Bat Out Of Hell.
"I hate you."
Proxy deadpans, while sending her the address for a silent alarm being tripped. Changing course and heading to it, Batgirl grinned.
"That's how you know you're one of us for real, Prox. Hating me is common ground."