<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Tracks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/tracks/</link><description>Recent content in Tracks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/tracks/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Batgirl - The Return 11: The Last Train</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/batgirl-the-return-11-the-last-train/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/batgirl-the-return-11-the-last-train/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="batgirl_return10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batgirl - The Return 10: Meeting Face to Face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 11: The Last Train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Batgirl slowly awoke. Within a moment, she knew she was lying on her back, but what she was lying on was a complete mystery. As her head cleared, she took in her surrounding, trying to understand what was happening. It was colder now and darker, like she was outside, yet still a roof was over her head. Yes, she was on the flat of her back, but her arms were held above her head. She knew she was stick straight, with her legs pressed tightly together. Her wrists were also bound together and held above her head. When she tried to move, she quickly realized she was tied up to something that was cold, hard, rather narrow and unyielding. Something was between her teeth and tied on tight too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>