Drake stopped and looked completely surprised before being sent flying from the force of Hit Girl’s attack. He landed on his back a few feet away, the massive wound from her staff glaring at the sky from his chest but he seemed to have stopped moving, for now. A twitch of his fingers indicated he was not down for long.

Diana rubbed her neck and took in a few lungful’s of air before speaking, looking at Hit Girl gratefully. “Thanks.”

Laughter traveled to them from the spot where Drake lay. “So, the girl’s got game?”

Diana looked from her gun to Hit Girl. “So, what should I do now?”