Batgirl and Killer Moth in:  Rendezvous on the Rooftop in the Rain!

Thunder pealed and lightning crackled as the Dark Knight Damsel and Larcenous Lepidopteran faced off against each other atop the roof of the Weisinger Imperial luxury hotel.  Below them, the 29th annual Kane International High School Science and Innovation Fair continued on through the night, the next generation of scientists nervously fidgeting as judges made their way through the exhibits.

"You're really slumming it tonight, Batgirl!  Boss not trust you with anything better?"  Killer Moth shouted as the whipping wind carried his voice away.

"A little birdie told me you'd be here covering for a kidnap attempt on the son of Corto Maltese's minister of science and technology by the Red Liberation Army Faction, didn't take you for the communist type, Mothy!"

"Yeah, well down with the capitalists and all that stuff, comrade!"

"And some pretty nasty ethnic conflict disguised as economic re-appropriation too?"

"Way I see it that means you're on the side of political repression disguised as anti-corruption efforts and land seizures so the Chinese can turn the island into a giant open pit mine."

"A little heavy metal toxicity never killed anyone."

With a blinding bolt of lightning at her back she rushed forward, leaping with her knee held high, only for Killer Moth to spin out of the way and flow into a roundhouse.  Staying low, she sprung forward and twirled, the hurled batarang perfectly timed to nail Killer Moth right in the chest, the microbarbs embedding it into the fabric of his costume.  With a glance, he recognized it as having a payload and quickly wrapped his hand around it, praying that she didn't accidentally throw an exploding one as he yanked hard.  With a slight rip and small piece of his costume accompanying, the batarang tore free as he flung it off the roof, spewing a purple gas that was blown away by the rising winds.  With his free hand he grabbed a bola from his utility belt and backhanded it in Batgirl's direction, but between the awkward throw and gusts she effortlessly sidestepped it.  Squared up once more, they returned to the dance of feints and high guards.

"You know the, Batgirl, more we play th-" KRIK-BOOOOOM! interrupted a flash of lightning and thunder painfully close to the duo.  "The more we play this game the more likely I win!"

"Oh please!  I'm-" CRA-BBBBRRRRRUUUUUUMMMMMMM!  "I'm just getting a little practice in!"

Circling each other underneath the flashing, crashing sky, they eyed each other tensely, every muscle in their body a tightly wound steel cable, waiting for the moment when-

DOOT-DOOT-DOOT  DOOT-DOOT-DOOT  DOOT-DOOT-DOOT

Batgirl stopped and almost dropped her guard.  "Did you bring your cellphone?" she asked, the corner of her mouth cracking a sly, sardonic curl.

"It's a work burner, thank you very much."

"Don't mind me, it might be important."

Killer Moth hesitated for a second, fidgeting with indecision, then reached up and tapped the underside of his helmet.  "I'm listening."

With the opening Batgirl charged forward, her right fist coming in straight at Killer Moth's face.  With practiced ease he batted her fist away and returned the blow, only to catch the locks of her hair.

"What do you mean?"

Batgirl came in from below with a rising palm strike that missed by an inch as Killer Moth leaned back, grabbing Batgirl's hand to keep her from taking advantage of him being off balance.

"No kidding?  Ain't that some shit."

Using Moth's grip and body weight as leverage and counterweight she put all her weight into a close left hook only for him to intercept the blow with his palm.

"Since the whole thing was a bust I'm going to waive my...Oh, if you insist.  Thank you very much."

Shoving her fist backwards, Killer Moth spun Batgirl around, twisting her captive arm around her back.  Batgirl raised her free arm into a hammer blow aimed at his crotch, only for Moth to quickly slip his arm under hers, reaching up to grab the back of her neck and pinning her arm in the air.

"If you ever need to do any business in Gotham in the future, please don't hesitate to contact me.  Goodbye."

Batgirl struggled against him for a second before Killer Moth unceremoniously shoved her forward into the roofing gravel.  "It's over, girlie."

"The hell it is!"  Batgirl turned and sprang to her feet with a sneer, ready for round two.

"No, the job is over.  No kidnapping, no nothing.  Kid was on the other side of town this whole time.  He and a bunch of friends were picked up outside a strip club by the airport with a couple of fake IDs and minibar bottles after picking a fight with the bouncers.  They're in holding right now."

"I don't believe you."

"Check your Batcomputer or whatever."  Killer Moth waved her off dismissively.

Trying to keep an eye on him, Batgirl pulled a microcomputer out of a pouch on her belt and pulled up the police intranet, her attention quickly becoming more and more focused on the computer as she read.  "Alright, so it's true," she said as she placed the computer back in its pouch, "but that doesn't mean I'm not taking you down!"

"For what?"  he yelled as he pointed at her for emphasis, "I don't have anything outstanding, haven't committed a crime; the only thing that's gone down is your ego!  Admi-"  KRRRRRAAAAABBBBAAAAMMMMM!  "JESUS CHRIST!"  Killer Moth screamed as a lightning bolt struck the antenna mast not fifty feet from him, "I'm getting out of here!"

And as if on cue, torrents of rain began pouring from the sky, each drop hitting with enough force that they stung on impact even through clothing.  Batgirl quickly whipped her cape over her head, cursing her decision to swap her cowl for a domino mask, as Killer Moth spun in search of shelter.

"C'mon," Batgirl yelled, "the roof access is this way!"

"Where the cameras are?  Where we'll trigger the door alarm and have to somehow get down to ground level to get out of here?  Maintenance shed!"  He pointed to the small shack sitting across from them before running over, Batgirl close on his heels.  Twisting the knob to no avail, he poked around his utility belt until he pulled out a small device that he slipped into the key hole and pumped while twisting until the door opened.  Shoving him inside, Batgirl dashed in and slammed the door behind her.  With raindrops like gunfire on the corrugated roof, she searched for a light switch until with the clink of a chain Killer Moth brought an ancient and yellowed florescent light to power.

The small room was barely big enough for two people to stand side by side, crammed as it was with odds and ends for the hotel's maintenance staff, and smelled of must, rotting rubber, and grease, accompanied by the harsh patter of raindrops and the buzz of the light.  Awkwardly Killer Moth and Batgirl stood opposite each other, both unsure of how to proceed as neither was able to get down from the roof safely or unspotted in the inclement weather, and their current whereabouts too cramped to facilitate continuing their brawl.  Moving slowly as to not spook him, Batgirl unhooked her cape and hung it on a peg on the door before sitting down on the floor and removing her waterlogged boots and socks.  In turn, Killer Moth unhooked his glider wings and set them on a shelf before taking his shoes off as well.

"Sooooo," Babs drawled , spreading her toes and looking around aimlessly.

"Yeah," Killer Moth replied, tugging off his gloves.

Both of them sat in silence for a few minutes, the heat and humidity of the narrow shed rising despite the cold rain outside.

"How much?," asked Batgirl, the question sort of dying in her throat.

"How much what?"

"How much to hire you?"

"Depends on the job.  This one was worth 5 grand but it's something of an outlier."

She nodded and wracked her brain to keep the conversation going.  "That doesn't seem like much to get your ass kicked."

"The trick is to spend less in medical and repair bills than you get from a job."

"Yeah, but you don't seem to get that much work."

"That you know of."

"And pretty much all of your personal schemes fail."

"I...I do alright."  Killer Moth crossed his arms, "you don't even know."

The silence returned for a few minutes only to be broken by Killer Moth this time.

"So what made you want to be Batgirl?"

Batgirl thought for a moment, "I wanted to be a positive change in the world."

"So you put on a mask and started beating up criminals?"

"It's a Gotham tradition."

"Scuttlebutt is that you weren't one of Batman's crew, that he didn't like you, in the beginning.  That you were just another one of those guys who slaps a Batlogo on a bulletproof vest and tries to play Justice League."

"Ha, scuttlebutt," Babs grinned, not responding to Killer Moth's assertion.

Killer Moth narrowed his eyes under his helmet, and silence descended upon the two of them again.  This time, however, it was broken by the rumbling of Batgirl's stomach.

"Sorry, didn't eat dinner before heading out.  Kinda expected everything to be wrapped up by now."

"I've got an energy bar I can split with you."

"No offense," Batgirl grimaced "but I'm not really comfortable taking food from a supervillain."

"Oh my god.  Do you really think I'd keep a poisoned energy bar or something in my belt on the off chance I get locked in a supply shed with a superhero that skipped dinner?"

"Riddler might."

"I...yeah that sounds like something Riddler would do.  Look, I'll just," he fumbled around his belt for a moment, Batgirl slipping her hand on a taser in case he tried something funny, and produced a small, brown bar, "it's homemade."

"Seriously?"

"Yes!"  Behind the helmet Killer Moth beamed with pride, "Oats, dates, sunflower seeds, honey, dried cherries, peanut butter, and a little protein powder.  You're not allergic to nuts, are you?"

Batgirl couldn't help but notice his enthusiasm at his handiwork.  "Alright, I'll try it."

Breaking off half, Killer Moth handed it to her.  After a sniff she nibbled on a small bit and let the taste roll over her tongue.  "These aren't bad," she said before taking a bite.  "Needs a little...vanilla?" she added after a few chews.

"Maybe, I was thinking a little cinnamon."  He unstrapped his helmet and pulled it up enough to reveal his mouth and started eating.

"What are you doing?"

"Eating?"

"With your helmet like that?  Is that even comfortable?"

"I'm not showing you my secret identity."

"I've seen your mugshot."

"Oh yeah?  Describe me."

"6'2, 210lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, thin face, prominent cheekbones, strong jawline with a chin dimple."

"...I...Prove it!"  And with that he slapped his helmet back into position.

After a giggle fit, Batgirl finished eating listening to the sound of the rain, still pouring hard, as Killer Moth pulled a smartphone out of his belt and started fiddling with it.

"Awesome, public wifi," and after a moment the sound of a cooking video began playing.

"Can I watch?"  Batgirl asked timidly, having long since grown bored, "my microcomp is pretty hard limited in what it can do for security reasons."

Killer Moth cocked an eyebrow, unseen behind his helmet, and scooted over to allow Batgirl to sit next to him.  Over the course of the video both of the slowly sank down until they were lying on the floor and quietly let the autoplay function decide their entertainment.  During the third video, in which a clearly drunken man began ranting about Star Wars as he attempted to create a drink based on Darth Vader, she noticed the phone slipping from Killer Moth's hand and a gentle snoring sound coming from behind his mask.  Putting a hand over her mouth she suppressed a few chuckles and propped the phone back up.

"I could totally tied you up right now and you wouldn't be the wiser," she whispered to the prone supervillain.

And from out of the helmet replied a soft and sleepy whisper of, "Not likely," that sent Batgirl into another chuckling fit.