"Batgirl."

Raising her head in reflexive response to the voice in her ear as if the speaker were in front of her, her pen going to her lips.

"What's up, Prox?"

"Put your damn puzzle away, Diesel is at it again. And your buddy is trying to play hero."

Already starting to get to her feet, refolding the clipped crossword from that morning's newspaper, tucking it into one of her back pouches with the pen, Steph frowned slightly.

"Surprisingly, that doesn't narrow it down."

With a heavy groan as her reluctant supervisor began sending her the address, Proxy's sheer 'done-ness' with Stephanie was almost always audible.

"Detective Pretty boy."

Nick. However. Steph had an opportunity, and she wasn't one to let them pass her by. Taking off at a run, movements urgent, her tone stayed fairly light.
A special talent? Maybe. Or maybe it was from years of disguising trauma with jokes.

"Y'know, that still really only narrows it down to like, three people."

With a quick ihateyou before Wendy was the one to close the line, not in the mood to deal with Stephanie right now, Stephanie was left with no-one to appreciate her horrible jokes, and forced to move faster.
She had tangled with Diesel before. A dummy meta with accelerant for blood, pyromaniac tendencies and no concept of good fire based puns. He did his thing by spraying his blood everywhere. It was gross.
Ultimately, she could handle him easy though, what with the icerangs, since freezing him worked well last time. Granted she also froze a Gremlin, but that was his fault! He was trying to SLASH THE FIRE BLOOD CREEP WITH A SWORD AND WOULDN'T LISTEN, OK?!
But she worried for Nick. What did he think he was doing?
Dummy Head Diesel chose another apartment building to hit. What did he have against people having a home? But what struck her immediately as she swung onto the scene was Nick had lured the dimmer than the embers he left behind himself meta onto the roof.

'Not the worst plan. Allows for evacuations. I see you, Gage.'

But the Detective wasn't cut out for the cat and mouse game for much longer. Lining up her final approach swing, Stephanie drove both her feet into the pyromaniac metahumans arm lining up the detective for a spraying, sending the arc wide of him.

"You boys out here playing together and forgot to invite me? I'm almost insulted."

From behind her as she rolled through her recovery, sizing up Diesel, Nick Gage muttered softly.

"You took your time."

Lips tweaking into a grin, fingers slipping into her belt pouches and flinging three icerangs at the meta for good measure she cocked her head slightly as he roared in fury.

"Quips on you, Mister Police Man. And if you say 'Freeze' again, I'll—"

BOOM

Her admonishments of poor quip form were cut short by an explosion, blowing her off her feet, and towards the edge of the roof.
The building's gas tanker had been in the line of fire of the arc that went wide.
Frantically looking around for Nick and seeing him nowhere, Stephanie scrabbled to her feet, looking over the side, seeing him plummeting. Her body moved before her brain could kick in. She threw herself after him, head first, grapple in one hand, a green pod centred batarang in the other.
Pointing her body as straight as an arrow, she caught up to his flailing faster than expected, but two bodies falling was still going to hurt. Slapping the hand with the green pod rang – a gooparang – to Nick's chest, encasing her entire forearm to his chest, as he gripped at her she fired at the building she came from, turning them and trying her best to pull the panicked detective into a protective tuck, so she took the brunt of the incoming glass impact.

"Close your eyes. This part sucks!"

Was all she managed to get out before the shattering of glass, the two bodies crashing into the office building. Luckily, no desks were there to 'help' break the fall. After a moment of trying to untangle themselves, and the solvent for the goop being dug from her pouches, Stephanie looked out the shattered window to the building still ablaze, then back to Nick, who, other than a few nicks didn't look any worse for wear.

"Raincheck on the quip. I still have work to do…"

Nick, suddenly tired beyond his years, and simply nodded, watching as the limb armed Batgirl swung back across the way, having a conversation with himself.

"Thanks for saving my life, Batgirl. 'Oh, you know how it is, Nick! Swing in, do a thing, swing away!' These Bats. This is why Commissioner Gordon is so gray."