A trap!

Batgirl reached into the box, pulling out one of the weapons. It looked like a normal rifle to her.

"Maybe the label can be more helpful," she mused, bending over to take a look.

She read the label, seeing it had come from Metropolis. That wasn't outside the country, so what had the original goon meant earlier? Then, she read the other name on the label.

"Winslow...where do I know that from?"

Then, it hit her. Toyman had made these weapons!

Before she could act, the weapon she was holding sent out an electric pulse. It fried the tech in her suit, and left her muscles spazzing.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the Bat stuck her nose where it didn't belong!" taunted one of the men, getting up from Batgirl's earlier beatdown.

Batgirl couldn't move, but could see the group of henchmen coming to. This wasn't good. She needed a few more seconds to catch her bearings.