Z was prepared for what was thrown at her but not for the drug gas. She leaned over, coughing profusely and heartily. A low deep growl erupted in her throats as she threw her head up to burn daggers at Sparrow. She was about to charge at her but she felt a sudden prick in her neck. Trick was behind her with a syringe in his hand, the liquid that was there gone now. Z dropped to the ground, the black and white fading away from her eyes. 
Lacy frowned at Sparrow as she roared at them all. This situation was a mess from beginning to end. She clenched her armored fist, looking around the smoke filled street. Sparrow had left. She sighed, walking over to Nightwing.
Trick was trying orienate Z, murmuring to her in a low voice.