"Are. You. Serious?" Batgirl had whined, only to receive an overwhelmingly firm "Yes" in return. She had definitely been opposed to the idea, but at the end of the day, she was a part of a TEAM- and a tight-knit, unabashedly and unarguably formed team. So, when she had been voted onto "Bakery Duty", she wasn't going to protest, but she CERTAINLY wasn't thrilled about it. So BORING! There were rumors about Ra's Al Ghul coming back for the fifteenth floating around, and she was off searching for some... "Custard Crusader"? Because that CERTAINLY didn't sound like, oh, the dumbest thing in existence. And yet, here she was. Besides, stakeouts were "one of the most resourceful tools in a detectives workbook" or whatever. Fine. Again, whatever.
And it was pretty boring, for about 3 hours, until...
"-I repeat, we have a break-in at Davey's Donuts, I repeat, Davey's Donuts, their alarm has been triggered along with two calls-" Batgirl cut off the comm unit and swung down from her perch among one of the more prestigious banks within Gotham, overly eager at the idea of attending an actual break-in... Even moreso if it was the so-called "Custard Crusader", which, if it was, she was going to have a word with him or her about how terrible her name was. After all, while BatMAN was pretty quiet during his busts, BatGIRL was anything but- and as a young adult, she was more than enough levels of cocky for the two of them... At least, in her head. And Davey's was quite a bit a way from her original perch, so she employed a few unnecessary acrobatic acts of flips and spins as she made her way across the several blocks of city streets, before arriving at Davey's.
Oh, Davey's. It followed the Walmart standard, IE: it was huge. Way too big for a simple pastry shop, and yet here they were, flaunting their size on one of the more "rush hour-esque" intersections of Gotham, which didn't come at a pretty penny- in fact, Bruce had investigated, on the side, of course, their numbers, only to deduce that they were in fact a legal business, even if they weren't financially viable. Still, that was hardly Batgirl's problem as she eagerly swung in front of the store, hands naturally forming into knuckles before she even entered the store. But as the door opened, she hesitated. Despite the lack of employees, the store was eerily silent, no sounds of a robbery in site... That is, until she heard a rumble from below her. And as she waited...
"Ssssssolomon..."
"I'm sorry, what?" Batgirl muttered at the offending noise. Curious, she dropped down in a defensive position, crawling forward.
"Ssssolomon... Grundy...
Her ears figuratively perked up at the sound, straining to hear what was causing the ruckus below her feet. Inching forward tactically, she heard the sound of sirens in the distance. "Crud, I gotta wrap this up, and soon!" Inching forward in a slightly more aggressive way, making her way towards the only available entry to the basement, Batgirl paused as she felt a rumble beneath her feet. "Oh, da-" She began, before the linoleum erupted underneath her, scattering various pastries that adorned the countertop all over the ground. "Are you kidding me?" She gasped as the deadened villain erupted from the ground. "C'mon, man!"
The hulking white figure paid no attention to her outburst. "Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday..." He uttered in his monotone, gravely voice. Charging towards Batgirl, his dead hands flailed wildly as she dodged, their nerves mostly dead to the world. "Christened on a-AUGH" the re-animated monstrosity screamed in his bass-ridden tone as Batgirl flung several 1-second timed charges in his face.
"Can't do too much damage, since this guy can't die." She muttered, mostly to appease her own doubts as she utilized her acrobatics to flip over his blinded, angry punch. Still, it was enough to slow down the (somewhat) innocent giant, enough to deliver a painful two-punch kick directly into his forehead, which immediately knocked him straight onto his ass and knocking him out of the party. "Know, to see who the real culprit behind this is- Grundy doesn't really strike me as a sweets guy."
Striding confidently, yet quietly into the basement, Batgirl felt her jaw drop... and while she was well aware of it, it didn't stop her from letting out an audible gasp. There, in front of her for the first time in... What, a month? Was the head of Harley Quinn, the queen of comedic (and harmful) crime, but she looked... Pretty out of place. "Quinn? Please, don't tell me that you're the infamous- well, not quite infamous, but somewhat well-known- 'Custard Crusader' ? Also, when did you and Grundy become best friends?" She could tell it was her from the top of her headdress-esque top, which had the signature "Harlequin" bobbles. And yet, as she saw more of the infamous girl's body, it became obvious...
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