[She slips the birdarang back into her utility belt and gives Jason a hand in clearing away the rubble. Bette's always wanted to be part of a team - or even a team-up. A few failed attempts at the Titans West and Batwoman aside, the closest she's ever gotten to a successful team-up is playing doubles at Wimbledon. If helping Red Hood can make her seem anything less than useless - and she's not useless, promise - she's going to dive right in.]

I mean, it beats endless lonely tennis practice with tennis ball launcher machine, or laying out on Billionaire's Beach with nothing else to do but tan.

[Is that why she was always more drawn to Gotham City? The action always seemed to be there. Not that she was allowed in it, much. Kate always did her best to keep Bette at an arm's length, and Nightwing did the same. It wasn't much different from how her cousin Bruce seemingly always looked down on her, too. What stick he'd had up his butt, she'd never understood, but god he was so grim.]

Maybe it's nuts, but this sounds like the kind of thing I live for.

[She turns, then, flashing an almost-award-winning smile at a kid who seems full of fear, redirecting him to his mother nearby. Unfortunately, she's just gotten here, so she doesn't know what the safest place is, except for away-from-here, which is what she suggests they do.]

Okay. I need details. Where to send people, what direction's good for them. And then maybe a way to bring the unjolly metal giant down? I'm open to all the suggestions.