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I know it's hard but...

Who: Steph Brown, others [closed]
What: Monster fighting, rescues, healing
Where: All around Baedal
When: Over a two week period since Hasi broke reality
Notes: Everyone has their own thread starter, which are in no particular order, if there are any problems/questions please let me know!
Warnings: NPC death, gore, violence, monsters, PTSD, my inability to be succint, if I've missed any feel free to tell me

The monsters are new for her.

It's not that she isn't used to dealing with all the assorted bullshit that Gotham can throw at a vigilante, but there's nothing quite like this. There are people like Killer Croc and Zsasz and Black Mask, who might be horrific, but they're still people. These monsters are more like animals, but they're huge and violent and they hunt people. She's not trained for this, she's not equipped for this and she sure as hell isn't prepared for it. Getting the gun and new batarangs from Rex helps, and she adds a large hunting knife to her array of weaponry, but it still doesn't feel like enough.

It's terrifying, in a way that she doesn't have time to deal with, so she pushes that down and focuses on doing what she can. There's moments, as she faces down things that eclipse her worst nightmares, when she wonders if she should be hiding instead of out here fighting. But there are other moments, times when she wins, when she gets to reunite a parent with their lost child, and it doesn't matter that Steph is bleeding, bruised and exhausted, because she did good.

At the behest of Babs, and the reminders her own body sends, she forces herself to stop and rest once in a while. Usually she goes back to wherever Babs is, or Kate, if she happens to be resting at the same time. Her sleep happens in small bursts, a few hours here or there, curled up near Babs or Kate and letting the exhaustion take over. She tries not to eat too much, because she has no idea how long these monsters will stay in the city and she's scared that food will start running out. She's already started collect supplies, bringing them to the safe places and distributing them to people.

She doesn't think about the dead bodies she sees, or the injured people. A lot of Baedalites can look after themselves, but some of them can't and it's those who end up as smears on a wall. Except for when she has to stop to throw up, after seeing half eaten corpses; then she thinks about it, and she doesn't know how long she can keep going out and coming back alive.

She hopes no one will hold it against her if she gets killed.

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Kate would ask how it getting infected so fast could happen, but she knows how monsters work. The impossible is possible when dealing with them. Her arm burns and tingles--not in the least good way--even though Steph goes east on the wash and even as brave as she is, it takes everything in her not to yank her arm away just because it hurts so damn much. There's nothing but sweet relief when Steph finishes, only because there's nothing more adding to the pain Kate is feeling right now.

Steph's never looked at her that way, never asked her to promise something like this. Kate knows this is serious. It's something she would ask if she was in Steph's shoes, so she nods but not without putting in her own ill-timed joke. "Promise me you won't get killed."

"I promise," in a burst of spontaneity she touches her forehead to Kate's, because seeing Kate wounded like this is scary and Steph's about to go fight a pack of huge wolves that probably want to tear her apart. She pulls back after a second and offers a shaky smile, trying not to show her worry.

The gloves go back on, and she pickes up the scarf, winding it around her wrist, "I'll be back before you know it."

Without another comment, Steph leaves their current rooftop in favour of one closer to the wargs. It puts her lower to the ground, because it's only a one storey restaurant, but the wind's still apparently on her side, and she slips into the building without drawing attention to herself. Once inside, she goes to the kitchen and turns all the gas ovens on, waiting a few minutes as the room fills with gas.

That done, she walks to the back door, near where the wargs are gathered - the two Kate netted are now free - and throws it open with a loud clang, letting go of the scarf so it flutters in the air, the smell of blood and sickness clear for the wargs to pick up. All their attention is turned to Steph, and they think she's easy prey. One of them howls, and then without a second look, Steph turns and runs back inside, panic filling up her chest as she hears the wargs follow. This was the plan, but it doesn't make it less scary.

They follow her into the kitchen, where she drops an exploding batarang and then she leaps out a window just as the building goes up in a huge explosion. The concussive force knocks her down, but her cape and suit protect her from the flames and she manages to stumble to her feet and keep running for a few minutes before finding a fire escape to jump up to. She feels bad about blowing up someone's restaurant, but all the wolf creatures seem to be dead and she only had to use one batarang.

Once she's certain they're all taken care of, she makes her way back to Kate as fast as she can.

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The action takes Kate by surprise and she stiffens slightly, but then relaxes with an equally as shaky grin. "You better be," she replies, brushing back Steph's hair with a certain amount of affection never shown before. She watches Steph prep for battle and just as she hops off the roof, Kate notices something rather weird and important. "Wait a minute... that's my scarf!"

But Steph is long gone and not hearing a word of Kate's yelling. She's left there to sit in the dark with the sounds of crickets and snarling wargs before an explosion rocks the area, shaking the rooftop under her feet.

"Steph!" Fear isn't the word describe the way Kate's feeling right now. She promised. Steph frickin' promised.

A few minutes later Steph comes climbing over the edge of the rooftop, her expression a little shell-shocked but mostly Ha! I'm not dead because sometimes she has every right to smug about that sort of thing.

"I think I owe someone a new restaurant," she tries for a joke, but it probably falls flat and she's already walking over to Kate to get ready to start moving back to the safe house.

It only falls flat because Kate's rushing to wrap her good arm around Steph's shoulders. She doesn't know why she's so emotional, knowing that she's the level-headed Young Avenger. She just is. And she's just happy that Steph didn't blow herself into bits.

"I'm going to kill you one day for doing that to me." Haha. Forget her personal rule just for one second.

She's a little surprised, but goes with it, wrapping her arms around Kate's waist and hugging her tightly.

"Sorry, I knew you wouldn't let me go if I told you want I was planning," It would've been hard to say I'm going to nearly blow myself and Steph just needed to get it over and done with quickly, so they can get Kate stitched up.

"You think you can make it back to Babs', or will I have to carry you?"

No, Kate definitely would not have let her go if she knew. Alone, at least. If somebody's going to get blown up, the team--or duo--gets blown up together. That's the rule.

She nods and even leads the way down to the street to show that she's still kicking, even if she's still woozy and exhausted, arm in arm with Steph. Babs' place isn't too far and she's not weak enough yet to not make it on her own two feet. For a second, though, Kate stops and eyes Steph with a faux angry face. "You owe me a scarf."

Steph follows easily, keeping an eye on Kate and she's more than happy to keep close enough that their arms are linked together. Although her other hand is on her gun, just in case something comes out of the shadows to attack them.

"I'll buy you twenty scarves if it'll make you happy," she grins back, not even attempting to look innocent and choosing not to comment on the fact it was probably ruined anyway.

"That thing cost as many as twenty scarves," Kate retorts, which is honestly and totally true. She bought it when she bought the team uniforms to replace the ones Steve and Tony seized from them. Okay, so as much as Kate hates throwing money around, she does like nice things sometimes. Sue her. Call the cops. She doesn't care.

They trundle along together, Kate more slowly than she's ever been before. Part of it is sheer exhaustion, the rest is the wound that she's currently unaware starting to breed a fever in her. "I'm so tired. I want to sleep for years."

"I need to teach you how to shop, if that's the case," it's an easy joke, nothing more than gentle teasing. Steph is used to people with so much more money than her, and she tries not to let it bother her. It's a lot easier to do that with Kate than it was with Tim, but maybe that's because Kate doesn't have access to her dad's credit cards here. Honestly, Steph hasn't put that much thought into it.

"Not until I have a proper look at you," not that she couldn't patch Kate up while she was unconscious, but treating someone is simpler when you can ask them exactly how they're feeling. And she doesn't say anything out loud, but this is really starting to worry her.

"I know how to shop. I just liked that scarf the best. Plus I figured it could be a legitimate tax deduction for work purposes." Even if Kate did have access to her fathers bank account in Baedal, she would use it for good, for other people, for Steph. She makes a raspberry blowing sort of sound at Steph mothering her. Contrary to popular belief, Kate kind of likes it. It's been a while since somebody's mothered her.

"Yes, Mom. But you only need my arm. I don't need to be awake for that."

"I didn't think superhero was an official career," She raises both eyebrows at the raspberry, amused at the antics and relieved that Kate is still up to banter. It's always a bad sign when people can't banter anymore.

"You need to be awake to tell me exactly what happened and how your arm is feeling," There are so many horrible things that could've been on the monsters claws. Steph tries not to think about the fact that it could be a pathogen they can't treat.

A few moments later they're near the safe house, and Steph easily enters the codes to get the doors open so she can take Kate inside. She bypasses everyone else for now, leading Kate straight to the bathroom -- the most sterile room, and the one where the first aid kit is kept.

Bantering is what's keeping Kate walking and awake. If she was still alone, she would have just taken a break on a rooftop somewhere and fallen asleep. Thank God for battle partners. "Back in New York, the government wanted all of us to register officially with them," she muses softly, "But I don't think we would get tax breaks from that."

One day, she will tell Steph all about the Registration bullshit and how it tore families and friendships apart. She will tell her all about how Tony Stark is an asshole and why no one likes him even with all his money and brains. But that requires another day and more time than they have right now. For now, in the safety of the bathroom, she leans against the wall and slides down to the floor, looking up at Steph. "Aren't you going to check in with Babs?"

"Your world is so fucking weird sometimes," the no offense is kind of implied. Everyone's world is weird when considered by someone not from there, but Steph can't imagine making superheroes register. That seems counter productive.

She smiles at the question and tries not to worry too much about Kate sliding down to the floor like that, "She knows we're here." There's no hesitation in her voice, Babs must have this place filled with cameras and assorted surveillance. And Steph knows that if she's needed, Babs will send someone to her.

Steph removes her gloves and dumps them in the sink, then adds her cape and cowl to the mix before grabbing the first aid kit from where it's stashed in the vanity.

"I say the same thing too. I love the people in it, though. Most of the time." Kate has no reason to disagree. Compared to what little she knows about Gotham, New York seems like an entirely different planet, aside from that being what it is.

Kate nods at Steph confirming Babs' knowing they're safe and leans her head back onto the cool tile. It feels good, but it would feel better if her forehead was touching it. Little beads of sweat pop up on her forehead, not too noticeable for now, but in a very opposite way, the wound is now red and angry, skin puffing up at the edges of the claw marks. Her left arm feels heavier, almost numb, and that's a worry Kate is keeping quiet about right now.

"I know how that feels," there's amusement and fondness in her voice, both for Kate and Gotham. She misses it at times like this, when there are monsters bleeding through cracks in reality. Supervillains are easier to deal with.

Her hands get washed thoroughly, and she's so grateful the water is on at the moment and then she gets a pair of medical gloves from the first aid kit and pulls them on, "How are you feeling?" When she crouches down in front of Kate to start taking off the bandage, she notices the sweat on her brow and curses inwardly. That's not a good sign.

Neither is the swollen, red skin under the bandage. Steph can't help it, she just stares for a second, gripped by sudden panic. It's been too long since she's worked on someone she cares about and she's forgotten how to compartmentalize those emotions. What if she's not good enough and can't save Kate?

"Tired. Hot." Those two bits are the truth, but still, Kate is stubborn enough to keep the numbness to herself right now. Why, she doesn't know. Maybe it's to keep a little control of the situation to herself. She's been injured before. She's gotten blasted by a Skrull, her heart stopped, and she jumped right back up to fight. This won't keep her down. She refuses to let it.

It's a little show for her, watching Step get prepared like she's about to perform surgery. There's a slight amused smile on Kate's face, but it disappears once she notices that Steph is staring at her arm like a deer in headlights. "What?" Kate asks as she looks at Steph with glassy eyes and then down at her nasty looking arm. "Fuck." Whatever is inside her is moving fast. Hopefully fast enough to leave her system quickly.

She takes a shaky breath, then another and forces down the tears that are threatening. This feels so stupid, she's getting overly emotional because everything feels so fragile at the moment. She's just high strung; everything's going to be fine. She closes her eyes briefly, and when she opens them her expression is schooled into something determind.

"Kate, I need to know exactly what your arm feels like," there's no room for argument, her tone is dead serious and firm and she's already pulling out a second antisepetic wash, ready to wash the wound again. But first she gives it another careful look, checking for any foreign substances or pus in the wound, to tell her how fast the infection is going and how Kate's body is responding to it.

Kate's afraid to answer. On one hand, nothing hurts anymore. On the other, the fact that nothing hurts anymore is a big problem. She shouldn't be feeling nothing at all in her arm. It should burn or tingle... something. She tries to wiggle her fingers and while she can, it's hard. The joints are stiff and like the rest of her arm, there's little sensation. Biting her lip, Kate looks away from Steph before admitting, "Numb."

A numb, useless arm means a big difference in between being able to do what she loves and having to depend on other people to help her. It's not a choice Kate will ever want to make.

"It's infected," her voice sounds oddly detatched, which is really the only way she can deal with this right now without having a freak out. She wishes Alfred was here with an almost desperate ache; he'd know what to do, he'd make everything better.

But he's not here, Steph is, and it's up to her to help Kate. She holds Kate's arm with her left hand and uses her right to pour the antiseptic, saline solution over the wound, spending longer on it now because she has time for it and it's imperative that the wound gets cleaned.

Being right handed, Kate's never given much thought to her left arm, but if she's at the risk of losing the use of it in the very worst case, it's all she can think about. A fever and some aches she can deal with. Those aren't anything she's never had before. But something this big, something mysterious, worries her more than words can say.

She watches Steph's movements carefully with wide eyes, not sure what to say to break the tense silence that's covering the room like thick blanket. "Be honest with me." About the arm, how it looks, if she can fix it.

"It's spreading fast," her tone is as gentle as her hands, because she doesn't want to scare Kate too much, "The problem is that I have no idea what pathogens could have been on the creature's claws, but I'm going to start with a broad spectrum antibiotic, and if there's no progress in a day or two, I'll try magic."

Not her own magic, obviously, she has none, but she can ask someone to help her. Hermione can heal broken bones, surely she can deal with a pesky infection. With the wound cleaned, Steph puts down the bottle of antiseptic and pulls out a tube of cream, which she carefully applies to the wound.

"It's going to be a nasty scar, I don't want to stitch it up while it's infected; that could make things worse," Which means it won't be a straigh scar, it'll be rough and jagged and probably pretty big.

She listens to Steph and huffs a joyless laugh at the notion of magic fixing what science can't. It's not that Kate doesn't believe in magic--which would be silly of her considering who her friends are--it's just that they might as well skip the antibiotics and seek out Billy or somebody else.

"A scar is the least of my worries right now," Kate replies, sighing as she pushes drenched hair off her sweaty forehead with her healthy hand. She definitely has a fever now and her eyes burn to let her know this. "I still want to sleep more than anything."

Kate suspects Steph won't let her just yet.

"Not yet," there's still a little bit to do, and then she'll let Kate sleep, "Are much are you gonna argue if I tell you to get changed?" Kate needs rest, and Steph knows how hard that is to do in costume, partly because they're just uncomfortable, and also thanks to the association of costume with fighting.

The next thing to go on is a pad of gauze, although it's packaging shows it's not the normal kind - it's designed for infected wounds - and Steph tapes it onto Kate's arm with medical tape.

"Stay awake for a little longer while I go get the antibiotics." They aren't kept with the first aid kit, nothing injectible is.

"Do I have a choice?"

She knows she doesn't, not right now, not with the way she's feeling. But as little as Kate will argue, she needs a change of clothes. There's a full guarantee Steph isn't going to let her walk right out Babs' door and all the way to her apartment for it, not with outside being as dangerous as it is right now. She's slowly sliding towards the bathtub now that Steph has patched her up, and rests her head on the edge.

"I don't have anything on me."

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