The Dark Damsel Ch 11
Continuing the search… I ended the night five thousand dollars richer, with a few more miles of street cred, and the respect of two of Gotham’s top bad asses. I got out alive, on top of it all. However, I didn’t have Batgirl and that was all that I could think of as I took a cab to the nearest House of Pancakes. The driver of my cab was one of Ivy’s goons. He looked too fresh to be a real driver on graveyard shift. When I asked what Ivy planned to do with Batgirl, he looked at me in the rear...