When going out to pubs around Gotham, there is one other thing women do aside from drinking and that’s dancing; and Abbie was no exception. She was tipsy, enjoying herself and danced the night away. Her hair was a mess; nearly frizzy and almost sticking straight out while her makeup was smudged around her face and her lipstick was smeared across her lips. Even in her state she  knew how horrible she looked from drenching herself in sweat by busting a move to the music the night had provided for her. 

Pull her compact mirror out of her purse she looked at herself and laughed. “Oh my god I look like I’m wearing a horribly painted mask!” She said with a laugh, talking to herself since the window connecting her to the driver was rolled up. She laughed hard at her little joke, almost too hard to be exact. She felt herself snort a bit at her own joke and slapped her hand over her mouth, her caramel eyes wide in surprise as her face flushed red. Shaking her head, she put the compact back into her purse and settled back into the seat. Tonight was a good night. She couldn’t complain…

Reaching up, she rolled down the suppurating window to ask Jared how his wife and kids were doing, only to catch the end of his feet being drug out the window. “What the--?” The young woman placed her bag down on the seat next to her and pressed her face up against the window. A man in a black outfit was pushing his boot into the head of the driver. That wasn’t something Batman could do, who was this punk!?

Flinging the door open she climbed out of the back seat and before she could stop herself from any actions or speech she reacted. Closing the distance in the short limbo she spun and brought up her leg. With a rather unexpected grace and balance for someone who’s rather tipsy she made contact with the side of her shoe covered foot into the man’s chest; giving just enough momentum from her kick to force him back a bit. “Whoa buddy!” She said catching herself as she planted her foot back on the ground and held up her hands. “Why don’t you back the fuck off and take a hike. Attacking an innocent driver, what the hell’s wrong with you?” 

That was until she looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow she focused back on his face. “You look like some wanna-be Batman; just an fyi pal, Batman doesn’t attack innocent people.  Leave that to the villains alright?” With that she backed up to Jared and, without taking her eyes off of the masked weirdo, reached down and began to help the poor and rather shocked middle aged driver to his feet.