The night had proved to be full of surprises, riveting, as Kate would put it. The deranged clown, Joker, and his precious plaything, Harley, had managed to escape their padded cells at Arkham once again. Of course the redheaded heroine had beat Bruce and his minions to the scene as usual. Not much later she had the unfortunate luck to run into the infamous Bane. Of course the fighting didn't cease until Kate was left with a dislocated shoulder and shattered knee cap.
And the night wasn't even over. Grinding her teeth together to block out the agonizing pain, Kate perched on a rooftop engulfed in darkness as she patrolled the streets. Although she had done her fair share of good deeds for the night, Kate would be damned if Bruce got the best of her again.
After a few hours had gone by, Kate had nearly fallen asleep in her spot. The distinct tapping of heels on the cold pavement brought the vigilante from her trance. She knew only two women that wore them, only two that would be out at this hour anyway. And Kate had already put one behind bars.