HIs breath was ragged. He’d been sprinting for blocks now, keeping up with the shadowy figure maintaining his pace on the rooftops. Every time he looked up, he’d see it-a flash of red among smog and lights. She was running out of room to maneuver, too. The block after this one didn’t have any connected bridges, and unless she planned on grappling up a sheer wall of fifty stories, she’d be stuck. He took the gamble. Not pausing in his breakneck pace, he fired once, feeling the tug on his shoulder as his weight left his feet.
Five…Four…Three…Two…
He hit the gravel roof with powerful footsteps, letting his momentum carry him forward back into a sprint. He could see her cape now, flapping behind her just a few dozen yards in front of him. He dug into his reserves, straining to pick up that extra boost of speed as he tailed her, doing the required math in his head to adjust his next jump.
But she used a grapple. The extra half second she took to leave the ground was all he needed; a powerful flying tackle hit her around the waist, carrying her across the gap and onto the next rooftop. In seconds he was seated on her hips, panting as he removed the helmet. Leaning down, he smirked at Batgirl.
“Tag-you’re it.”
and all of this will never be the same again 