Barbara was already scrambling to put distance between them, backing up to Harley. Her mind was in overdrive - usually impulsive, she had shifted gears into planning, trying to ignore the too-loud voice of panic.

They were faced with something unknown. Metahuman? Stronger, faster - not immune to pain, but there was no way he should be getting up that quickly, was there? They had no weapons, no bat gear, and he was faster than she was. Stronger, too. She didn't remember him being like this back in the training center...

Fighting wasn't an option right then. Blind retreat wasn't, either, but she was willing to bet on their acrobatic skills getting her and Harley out of reach. If they could find someplace to climb...

"I think we should get out of here..."