It was getting harder to breath. She still couldn't see, but she found herself turning her eyes upward and toward the police station, even though Jim had stopped using the Batsignal after he'd informed her that she was becoming too violent for his tastes.

Wincing slightly, she slipped her gauntlets off, then started to try and get her hands to obey and press the catches that would open the rest of the armor.

"Have to hurry. Others'll have heard the horn," she rasped faintly.