I know it's hard but...

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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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[23rd]

"I don't." To be fair, Laura doesn't like doing most things.

Except eating. She really likes food.

Finding nothing in this part of the area they're in, she keeps moving on, her ears open for shouts of distress or the sounds of violence. It's pretty quiet, the area's been fairly cleared out, but she stops and tenses when she smells something that is neither human nor xenian. But it's not attacking anything, and she's not sure whether it's worth it to take down something that might not be aggressive.

She usually kills first and asks questions later, but that's not how X-Men operate. It's not how Avengers operate. She hates uncertainty and moral grey areas.

"There is no choice."

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She doesn't say good, because it doesn't seem appropriate to, but the thought is there. Sometimes it seems like Laura enjoys the violence too much, and while Steph can't exactly judge, considering her own feelings on punching things, it does concern her a little.

When Laura stops, Steph does too, hand curling around the handle of her gun, ready to unholster it, "What is it?"

Laura's right about there being no choice, but Steph isn't sure what she can say in response. She doesn't really know what to say at all, and she hates feeling like that.

[23rd]

"Reptilians." They definitely smell like it, anyway. She climbs up a building onto the roof, trusting Steph will follow -- they're both kind of roofy lurky people. (That's a technical term.)

She points them out to her -- a group of about five or six of them, milling around the street, picking through food on the ground upended from what used to be a street vendor's cart before it was trashed.

Laura pauses. "They are not hurting anyone." That's where her hesitation comes from. She's spent the last three years teaching herself not to kill everything automatically, that if there's another way, she should take it. But she's unsure because just because something isn't attacking anyone right now doesn't mean it won't, and they don't know how sentient most of these creatures actually are. They're walking on two legs and communicating to each other, albeit in a primitive grunting sort of language.

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For some reason, Steph's thoughts keep drifting to Killer Croc these past few days - possibly just because he's the first monster equivalent that comes to mind - but it's not pleasant. Regardless, she follows Laura up onto the roof and peers down at the reptilian creatures.

"They aren't," She's as hesitant as Laura is, "They might not be planning to, either."

Steph's thought about it too, about how sentient the things they kill are, but usually it's easier to deal with because she's coming directly under attack. Kill or be killed leaves less moral decisions to make.

"Maybe one of us should go down and try to see if they mean anyone any harm?" She's already preparing herself to go, because Laura doesn't seem like the type to try communicating. And because Steph would rather go in and have Laura as her back up, than it be the other way around.

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Laura is still extremely reluctant because it goes against every instinct she has, but...

Maybe her instincts are wrong. Maybe they're bad.

"Okay," she says at last. She gives Steph a look like, yes, that's exactly what she's expecting. Laura knows her strengths. Not provoking potentially aggressive things into hostility is not one of them.

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"If they try to eat me, feel free to come start stabbing them," This seems like a good compromise in Steph's opinion, and at least this way she won't get eaten. Hopefully.

A small part of her wishes she had her Robin costume -- Bat costumes are designed to be intimidating, even though Steph toned the scary down from how Cass's costume was. She also feels stupid for being scared about this, considering she just dove into a zombie horde without a second though, but somehow psyching herself up for this is difficult.

After a deep breath, she gives Laura a slightly tense smile and heads over the side of the building they're on, to climb down to the street. She approaches the reptilian creatures slowly, making a lot of noise as she does and keeping her arms held slightly out from her body, so it's clear she's not holding any weaponry. She hopes, maybe, that if she doesn't startle them, they won't attack her.

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Laura follows after a beat. She's backing her up, but it's probably better she doesn't approach them head-on, considering she always sort of looks like she's about to kill someone.

She is betting that they know that she's there; they're not human, they almost certainly have better senses. The way their tongues flick out to taste the air, she's certain they can smell her. She keeps her distance, claws in, posture unthreatening.

But she'll leap in in an instant if she thinks Steph is in the slightest bit of trouble.