[b][/b][b][/b][b][/b][b][/b][center][h1][b][COLOR=92278f]B A T G I R L[/COLOR][/b][/h1][/center][COLOR=92278f][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]MARV'S PIZZA[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/color][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]Now  |  Midtown, Manhattan, New York City[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]

Even with the dulcet tones of a world-renowned, five-time SOCAN award-winning group of musicians in her head, Babs could see things were going nowhere fast. Extraterrestrial street battle or no, she was still all but sitting on a diner full of civilians getting fuller by the minute, with a blown gas line imminent and closing - and, if she had to guess from the geyser of water she could only just see out the crowded windows, their nearest source of water was perhaps not to be counted on. 

[b][i]So, okay, Babs, think. Get the people out of the kitchen and away from the fucking action. The fun part happens later, assuming Wally leaves any leftovers, and when does he [b]ever[/b]?[/i][/b]

Exhaling, Babs shut her eyes, retracing the whole of the restaurant before her in a matter of seconds, drawing as much on what she'd seen just sitting with her friends as she did the imagined layout of the kitchen, the bank next door, the open storage underneath -

Green eyes flew open again. Breaking into the freezers under the restaurant wouldn't hold a panicked crowd for long, but it'd get them off the streets, out of the way, and away from a gas leak long enough for the others to clean up. 

Pulling herself up over tabletops again, Babs skirted the crowd in a series of quick movements until her Converse found the sticky floor again just outside the kitchen where the smell of gas was strong enough to make her head ache. With a furtive glance around her, she dipped a hand in her pocket and pulled out a small, black and purple case no larger than a compact mirror. She didn't travel her her gear wrapped around a finger like some did, but she'd been with Bruce too long not to be at least a [i]little[/i] prepared.