Batgirl swung a kick at the thug, his gun flying away as she readied another. As he flew back, a second rushed her with a knife, but was thrown aside as the costumed heroine easily countered his clumsy attack.

"How are you clowns getting whipped by a Bimbo in a Bat-Suit?!" The leader of this gang roared.

They'd been happily raiding a pawn shop when Batgirl had come across them. Three of the thugs were down, out or groaning in pain. Two were wobbling. Two more and the boss were hanging back.

The last two rushed forward as Batgirl smirked, sweeping her leg at their feet, tripping them into her rising fists, flooring the pair. The wobbling ones got ready, but the boss sighed.

"Fine, let's see if this gizmo works..." He said, pulling a small gun-like object.

"Oh, it won't," Batgirl said, jumping up and using one of the clumsy thugs as a springboard, but the Boss was a bit better at dodging than his men, the one she jumped off crashing into the other, the pair going down and staying down.

Unfortunately, he still dropped his 'gizmo', the little beam firing away seemingly harmlessly.

Batgirl landed from her jump, the classic three-point one as a taunt as she readed another attack, only to cry out in surprise as the beam bounced off a mirror right into her.

The boss snatched it back up and zapped her again and again, the heroine frozen in her pose, but her eyes going blank, her stance starting to wobble, and then finally, she collapsed.

"Duh...." she moaned.

"Hah... Brain drain beam! Works like a charm! I think. Hey, Bat-Bimbo, you zapped stupid?"

"Duh?"

The Boss looked at the device, noting it was on the high setting, and he'd zapped her about a dozen times.

"Hmm, maybe drained a bit too much brain... Can you stand up?"

"Duh!" She said, wobbling to both feet.

The Boss smirked.

"Well... since you're taking requests, how about you help me load up my getaway car since you seem to have wiped out the rest of my help. But, uh, I'll drive..."