Somewhere along the way she picks up an abandoned tire iron, the weight reassuring in her hand - and she'd think it was ironic, maybe, if she could think about Jason Todd and the first time he met Batman. But she doesn't think of that, her mind too focused on the city around her, and the itching at the back of her mind like something is following her. Sometimes she catches a glimpse of orange, sometimes it's black, sometimes it's white gloves curled around the corner of a building. No matter what's there, it disappears when she turns to look.

She follows the X marks, of course she does, but the warning makes her pause. It's something to consider, whether continuing on this route is more dangerous than wandering, lost.

Something flutters by her, then, fabric caught in the wind and she reaches out to catch it despite already knowing what it is. Black, two white circles where eyes go. It's her Spoiler mask, except it's covered in blood. She lets it go, blood from the mask staining her hands in a way that blood shouldn't, but does now.

She follows the arrow.