Jane grips her steering wheel. She flips off another driver as she races through Gotham traffic.
"Yeah? Up yours pal," she barks like a New York taxi driver. She is in no mood to deal with such bull shit. She has to get to Arkham and these people are driving her nuts!
God. What she wouldn't give for something fancy that could fly or something. It would make this easier.
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