multiversallogs | 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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"Me too," Steph likes Kalinda, she doesn't want her to get eaten by monsters. Once the butterfly stitches are all applied, Steph gets out a numbing and antiseptic gel and applies it over the wound. It should help with the pain, and hopefully stop any infections.

"So far most of the structure is intact, and Hellsing has already mobilized. But I think it's going to get better before it gets worse." It will get better though, Steph isn't going to give up on the city straight away. She wipes her hands off on another antiseptic wipe, then applies a guaze pad to the wound, taping it down with medical tape. "There, good as new."

Kalinda smiles briefly. It's a little tight, but it shows enough in her eyes to prove genuine. "Thanks." She crouches down then to retrieve her jacket, assessing whether or not the piece is a total loss. For someone who enjoys looking impeccable, the answer is more than likely yes, and it's a pity. She'd grown sort of fond of it.

"Where do we go from here?" She rises to her feet and gingerly begins to slide her arm back into her sleeve. First the injured one, then the other. It twinges a bit, but she'll be fine. If only because she's already decided she has to be. Next order of business is to retrieve her baseball bat. Its hers, damn it, and she's not going to just leave it here.

"You're welcome," Steph packs everything up, she has a designated waste pouch and all the packaging and used antiseptic wipes go in there to be disposed of later. Her gloves go back on as well, her hands flexing in the fabric until they feel right.

Steph looks around, both at her grapple hook and trying to make an assessment of the city in general, "If you think your home is safe, I can take you there. If not, Babs opened her house to refugees from Mafaton and you'd be welcome there." A friend of Steph is a friend of Babs, but she understands Kalinda might not want to go somewhere she isn't familiar with.

An assessing gaze is cast out across the rooftops, as though Kalinda might be able to see her house from here. And determine whether or not it's safe to return. It isn't so simple as that, of course, but the woman makes the decision after only a few moments of thought. Adjusting her grip on the wooden bat, she nods definitively. "I'll try your friend's place. Maybe I can help others there."

It sounds so much braver than admitting she feels she's in over her head in this situation, and would prefer not to face it alone.

"We'll definitely need as many hands as we can get," She knows Babs won't turn anyone away, which means things are going to start getting busy sooner rather than later.

"Just --" Her mouth twists in a wry smile, "One second. I need to get that back." And she points at her grapple hook so Kalinda knows what's going on, "Don't go anywhere." Not that Steph thinks she would, but some things need to be said.

Without waiting for an answer, Steph jogs across the rooftop towards the building her grapple is stuck into. After giving it another quick assessment, she leaps across the gap to grab onto a windowsill, hauling herself up. It doesn't take her too long to climb up to the hook, which she grabs, disconnects from the building and then climbs back down to Kalinda.

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