Another night, another bad guy, another fucking bloody nose. She didn’t think her nose was broken, just gushing like a goddamn mall fountain. The split in her lip was more annoying than anything, and otherwise she wasn’t all that worse for wear - she’d taken more than a few hits (a lot more than a few) and she was absolutely going to be sore in a number of places in the morning, but she’d still consider it a success. Well, she had anyway, until it turned out thugs 1 and 2 had some friends that were rolling in for back-up and she might be in a little over her head. Not unusual. Disappointing, but definitely not unusual. Fuck. "Batgirl can definitely use a little back-up to the pinged location.” Her voice was definitely a little thicker than usual, muffled as she used her sleeve to try to stem the flow of blood from her nose. “Definitely more of a party than I anticipated. Turning out to be more of a rager, ya feel?” She’d opted for the open line utilized for the Gotham-based heroes rather than going for Oracle directly - Oracle was more likely to yell and she really didn’t need that sort of energy right now. “There's at least....four armed assholes that I can see down below.” No clean exit she could see, definitely looking messy, which was a problem when she’d already been at the wrong end of some fists and an elbow and yeah her ribs were starting to ache just a little bit. "Not seeing a free-and-clear exit on my own. Any takers? C’mon, it’ll be fun.”